Novel & Cerita The Briar Club Book Review

I said. *** The club was loud and packed with bodies moving to a bass that vibrated through my chest. Harley grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd to the bar. She ordered us both shots, and I downed mine without thinking, the burn sliding down my throat and settling warm in my stomach. "Another," I groaned. Harley raised an eyebrow but signaled the bartender. After three shots, the anxiety and worry I felt earlier started fading away. The music felt like it was inside me and the bass synced with my heartbeat.

he groaned against my lips. I gasped as two of his fingers pressed against my clit through the soaked fabric, rubbing slow, firm circles. My legs trembled. I clung to his shoulders, biting his neck to keep from moaning too loudly. “Such a naughty girl,” he whispered, kissing down my neck while his fingers worked me. “Grinding on a stranger’s cock in the middle of the club.” I was close already. The risk, the music, his scent, the way his hard cock pressed against my hip; everything was pushing me toward the edge.

Janice asked. "I don't have the confidence, Nice," Brienne replied. "You have me, Bree. I promise I won't leave you, okay? Now let's go out. You deserve this night," Janice said, smiling gently at her. Feeling more at ease, Brienne nodded. She got out of the car and took a deep breath. It wasn't her first time clubbing, but it was definitely her first time wearing such a skimpy dress. Janice escorted her friend into the club. The loud booming sound greeted them. The smell of alcohol was everywhere, and people danced happily on the dance floor.

I'm running the microfiber cloth along the spines when my elbow accidentally bumps against a thick volume of Russian poetry. The book depresses like a button. With a soft mechanical whir, the entire bookshelf swings inward on hidden hinges, revealing a space beyond that makes my breath catch. Holy crap. I don't think I'm supposed to find this. But I can't move. I'm frozen, unable to do anything but stare at what Sergei Sidorov keeps hidden behind false walls.

Well, maybe not dead, but definitely facing a long, painful lecture. I can't blame her, we’d only just moved in yesterday, and we're just getting used to everything here in Briarwood Hills. I barely know my way around…. Well except, apparently, the inside of this club. After making sure I looked organized, I turned to leave, my eyes suddenly catching the messy sheets, and the faint smell of him still in the air. A deep ache stirred between my legs, and I cursed quietly, pressing my thighs together. What the hell June, he's not even here but I couldn't help heating up with just the thoughts of him.

I got out and saw no sight of Bram around. I walked fast, back toward the main floor, eyes scanning the crowd. Still no Bram. Where the hell was he? Wasn’t he supposed to be glued to my side. I couldn’t take a piss without his eyes on me back at the safehouse. But now? Vanished. I circled the club once. Nothing. He wasn’t at the bar. Not in the booths. Not by the front. Not even lurking near the bouncers like the stiff bastard he was.

Desmond POV The second Brielle disappeared into the alley with Mirren, a breath escaped me I hadn’t even realized I was holding. For the moment, at least, she was safe. But whoever had dared send those men into that club… they had made a mistake. A fatal one. I turned back through the service door, moving low, gun raised. The thumping bass had died with the gunfire, replaced now by the echo of sirens somewhere in the distance and the quiet sobs of people too shaken to move.

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And as we step out of the car, moving toward the club’s entrance, I realize— I like the feeling. Inside, the club hums with low music, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the kind of tension that makes my skin crawl. Owen leads the way, slipping through the crowd. Levi and I follow, keeping to the shadows. It doesn’t take long to find Briggs. He’s in the VIP section, surrounded by expensive liquor and two women who look *bored* out of their minds. He has no idea what’s coming. Levi glances at me. “Last chance to walk away.”

I laugh, trying to ease my nerves. “Awh, what a shame. Guess we’re going to have to try harder to make you feel better,” Liam says, twirling a piece of my red hair around his finger, just like Jace did earlier, except this time it made me feel disgust instead of calm. “So, Evanora. Have you had the chance to bask in the shiny white snow yet? It’s glorious at this time of night if you haven’t noticed,” Briar says nonchalantly, referring to the door.