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And eventually, on Sophia. By the time I parked in front of H2H, the club was alive with sound. Moans and screams echoed faintly through the walls. Good, the chaos upstairs would mask anything that might slip through the cracks. Even though the Catalano’s were being held in a soundproof room, I preferred the added security. The room beneath Heaven to Hell smelled like blood, sweat, and piss. A concrete box with steel beams overhead and a single drain in the center of the floor, stained dark from sins no one wanted to speak of. It’s where we bring problems that can’t be reasoned with.

She could smell him—sweat, earth, the faint bitterness of fear. She was breathing too fast now. Each inhale burned. Each exhale rattled. The world narrowed to sensation: the jolt of each step, the press of hands, the relentless heat under her skin. “She’s still breathing,” someone said with unease. “Yes,” the councilman replied. “That was discussed.” The words barely reached her. They did not lift her again. That mercy had already been spent.

The club was called The Secret club. Fitting. It was a dark, loud place where people went to forget who they were and what they’d done. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, spilled liquor, cheap perfume, and pure, unadulterated desperation. The bass from the music was a constant, heavy thump in my chest, a heartbeat that was not my own.

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

She downed two glasses back-to-back while Ealia gave her a sarcastic slow clap. We pulled up to Alpha Appeal, a high-security underground club known for being the playground of the elite and the home of the most lethal-looking dancers in the sector. The vibe was all cold marble, gold leaf, and deep bass that rattled my ribs. On the main stage, a guy built like a tank and dressed in a tactical firefighter rig was doing a routine. He had a pressurized hose that he used to drench the front row. The women were losing their minds, screaming as their designer fits got soaked. I backed away—no way was I messing up this hair.

"It's even better! Girl, we're going clubbing, not the Church! I wish mine were like this too." "Are you sure?" Seraphina asked, nervous. She changed her lenses already, so she can see clearly now. "Oh you'll see!" Allison ushered her into the car and joined her. "To Club Quit!" Allison screamed as she drove out of the estate. Seraphina laughed. -- [Valhalla Club] The obsidian-black Club building stood like a monument to sin in the quiet part of the city with mirrored glass façade swallowing the city's lights instead of reflecting them.

It was hilarious stepping out of my routine to something more fun. We toured as much amazing grounds in Detroit, picking anything fun or groceries that needed to be replaced in the house. We then decided to end the night drinking at a very popular club. The music in the club was beating with excitement as the youths in the club danced, drank, laughed and made out. It was wild, the air stunk but the mood was careless. We sat at the bar as the bartender approached me. “What can I get you beautiful?” He asked as I scratched my hair.

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“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Their evening was fire since the first second. He asked her to dress provocatively and meet him at this…‘special’ club. He also told her to wait for him at the bar. When Danielle saw him coming towards her, she controlled her breathing with a deep inaudible sigh. He sexy as hell and the way he was dressed was showing all his gorgeousness. As always, he exuded power and control, something Danielle desperately needed in her life. Being with Shawn had been such a dull experience since all she wanted from him were his money and prestige. She didn’t allow him to touch her, not more than a few kisses anyway. But Shawn was the past and this hunk was the present. He was all she wanted right now.