The Camel Club Novels & Stories

except with bleached hair, heavy eyeliner, and the energy of someone who could start a bar fight for fun and still make it look glamorous. She was already in the middle of telling a story, her hands waving animatedly as she recounted her adventures abroad. “…and that’s when the camel refused to move, so I kicked it... not hard, just enough to let it know who’s in charge, and the man beside me shouted something in Arabic that I think meant ‘crazy woman!’” Camila laughed, slapping her palm on the table, startling both Emily and Lucas. Cassie burst into laughter before she could stop herself. “Oh my God, you kicked a camel?”

“I don't have your details so I'll be sending the money to Miles's account.” “Black syndicate?” Camila repeated under her breath, pausing the recording. The name sounded so oddly familiar but after ranking her brain for quite a long time, her mind couldn't come up with anything. She was just about to click on the play icon on the phone when something clicked in her mind. Her breath caught sharply, the phone almost slipping out of her hand. The black syndicate was the most notorious and dangerous club in the country. Most people in the court knew about them and every crime they committed but yet the club still existed without a criminal record.

Ethan’s Point of view: I pulled out my phone and dialed Cameron's number. "Hey, man," Cameron answered on the first ring. "Hey," I replied. "Need to clear my head. Want to hit the links?" "Black Ace?" Cameron suggested, referring to his family's exclusive country club. "Perfect." We made plans to meet at Black Ace in an hour. I arrived at the club, the familiar sight of the manicured greens and rolling hills calming my nerves.

But to her surprise, they stopped at a strip club. “What is this, Alejandro?” Camila’s eyes darkened in confusion. Alejandro replied with a smirk as he got down. Camila refused to step out of the car. “I thought you were taking us to a restaurant for dinner?” Camila asked, confused. “If you delay one more minute, then your punishment increases. Get out of the car,” he ordered, looking serious, and Camila didn’t disobey him anymore. She got down, and Alejandro held her hand, leading her inside. The clubhouse had pole dancers dressed half-naked, waiters in sexy costumes, and men smoking and drinking.