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"I made the decision to spend some time out of town. to clear my head, as you know. That evening I visited a bar. Though it was not my regular scene, I wanted to briefly forget everything. Isabella leaned forward, her interest aroused. "Go on." Flash back The packed dimly lit bar had the murmur of chatter merging with the bass-heavy music. Sharon sat at the counter sipping her drink; the weight of her recent heartbreak hurt her heart. From next to her, a deep voice questioned, "Rough day?" She turned to find a man with a confident smile and sharp blue eyes. He was naturally handsome. his well-fitting suit suggested authority and riches.

All that mattered was having a good time. I knew I couldn’t black out because I still had to get home somehow. So I decided to burn some of the alcohol off by dancing. Then the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen started dancing with me. If I could describe the hottest guy in the world, it would be him. He had jet black hair and hazel eyes, I was sure, though, that some of that amazement came from the alcohol coursing through my body, but I knew he was not ugly and that he was super fit. I could see his damn muscles under his shirt even in this horrible club lighting. I couldn’t help but think that I definitely chose the right night to come out without any babysitters.

The Torture Club was known for its love of torturing people in tight black clothes that looked like perverts. The announcer called out to each competitor. The opponent from the torture club was called Momo? "Momo? Did the announcer say he called himself Momo? What's that ridiculous name? Is that really a name?" Why did this person not choose a normal name? This was said by one of the attendees from Al-Jahir

"What other names do you have for your wieners?" "Knob goblin, anaconda, third leg, twig and berries," I said. "Willie, womb raider, Vlad the Impaler, silent flute," Thane added. "Tally whacker, wing wang, pole driver, Johnson, love pole," Tag said. Hollyn's mouth dropped open. "Is that all?" I snorted. "Trouser monkey, pocket rocket, schlong, trouser snake, sausage, man-meat." "Dong, Captain Winkie, frank and beans, torpedo, package." Thane smiled.

The fact that Nick was in it—lying to his rich dad to come somewhere like this—made no sense to me. “Listen. You’ve got the Purples, the Greens, and the Blues. And then there’s ours. That is our leader,” Jackson said, pointing at Nick, who was jumping up and down with women all over him. I could swear he looked hotter than before. His hair, once gelled, was now scattered all around him. His abs sent shivers down my spine. I stood in a gaze as he turned around.

Vincento Barone. He was a contact Nikolai had used before—a guy with no heart and only cared about money. He ran a nightclub in Palermo, but really, he was all about gathering dirt. The more scandalous, the better. He was dressed like always—black shirt, flashy gold chains, and that creepy smile like he knew more than he should. “Well, well,” he said, lighting up a cigarette. “The princess of shadows is back.” “I’m not in the mood for games, Vincento.”

Ahmed chuckled patting his back. “By the way. I’m the famous Ahzar...Ahmed Ahzar” he flashed a cute smirk, offering a handshake.. “Ptf…!’’..Naseer rolled his eyes ”I don’t do handshakes” He folded his hands and looked outside…though a part of his lips tugged upwards a bit when Ahmed threw his head back and laughed.. “Naseer Tarun.. ”he said quietly ……. …… CURRENTLY.... Ahmed smiled. Then Naseer relaxed.

Mexican Hulk huge. “Whoa, hey there,” Clutch exclaimed, backing up a step. “Is there something we can do… for the three of you?” “Viper is curious about the two Saints in his club,” our living roadblock replied coolly. “It’s always flattering to know when people are thinking about you,” Clutch said. “Don’t you think so, Minus?” “Indeed, it is. What was this gentleman’s name again?” “Don’t get cute. You know exactly who Viper is.”

"GAHALA!" Katana shouted and I immediately bowed my head and her arrow was vibrated when it passes through me hitting the Goblin who was about to grab me behind. "Wews." I whistled and she just glared at me. "You're such a potato." She snorted. I laughed hard and grab some potatoes near us and gently caressed them. They were so beautiful and I am not being ashamed to be compared to them. "A potato indeed" she shakes her head like she finds me insane.

Pulling up to BowTied, I pull my membership card out along with my mask and try to regain my composure before entering those red doors. As I slip my mask over my face, I pull the visor mirror down. My mask was black and only covered the top half of my face. The front looked like it was melting down my cheeks, which, along with my sexual proclivity, earned me the nickname The Master of Tears. There was a submissive waitlist that wanted a session with me. Malcom, the club owner, knew that my preferences were only brunettes.