And Blush... I trust her. Beneath that sharp, hardened exterior, I can see the scars that built her strength and resilience. She's been through something, and yet here she stands, a force to be reckoned with. I admire her and my sister more than they know.
Blush goes quiet, but I can feel her eyes on me, studying me. She blinks slowly, almost like she’s trying to process what I’m saying.
“They thought they killed me. And they did. But I wasn’t gone for long,” I continue. “I woke up in a river and managed to get out of the current.”
“And that’s when Kyro found you?” she asks curiously.
I nod, my gaze drifting up to the sky and I notice the stars here shine brighter, so much clearer without the oppressive grip of city lights drowning them out.
“Yeah,” I breathe, the truth sinking deep. “It was about a year later, though. I was living in a shelter at the time, just... waiting. Planning and plotting my revenge.” I pause before I continue. “I don’t even know how Kyro found me. But they kidnapped me, locked me away in a room next to Noir for almost two years. And all I could do was listen—listen to the shit they were putting her through, day after day.”
“God, girl. You’ve really been through it,” Blush says. “Men are such entitled pigs.”
I nod in agreement, but then turn my head slowly, meeting her gaze with a look that’s colder, more knowing.
“But they don’t break us. Not really,” I murmur. “They only build us into weapons. Weapons of their own destruction.”
“Damn right they do,” she responds with a big smile, taking my arm in hers. “Now let’s go make him regret it.”
When we climb into the back of Billy’s truck, a foul stench immediately hits my nostrils and before he even gets in the driver’s seat, I glance at Blush.
“Fuck, it smells like old sweaty ball sack and cummy fingers in here,” I mutter under my breath and Blush bursts out laughing.
After driving for a while, Billy pulls over a few blocks up the street from the club. I lean forward, telling him to wait and we won’t be long. Blush and I hop out of the truck and meet on the sidewalk, her arm linking with mine and together we walk toward the glowing lights in the distance.
“How exactly are we getting inside?” she murmurs, eyes fixed ahead.
“They don’t usually ask questions if a woman shows up dressed like this,” I say, nodding to our outfits. “It’s a men-only club, they’ll assume we’re just part of the entertainment.”
“Hmm…” she hums, clearly skeptical. “That’s risky.”
“It is,” I admit, my voice low. “But what’s life without a little risk? I’ve thought this through. He comes here every Wednesday. Always gets a private show.”
“And if we can’t get in?”
I glance sideways at her, my tone cold and steady. “Then I’ll kill the bastard in his car.”
She nods sharply in agreement, and I continue.
“Either way,” I say, eyes locked on the building as it looms closer, “he loses his right to fucking breathe tonight.”
The club stands like a golden temple of sin as we cross the street, tall and sleek with black marble pillars. Luxury cars idle along the curb, engines purring low. The building hums with wealth, exclusivity, and something darker just beneath the surface.
As we approach, the two doormen barely look up. One flick of their wrist, and the velvet rope parts for us. No words or hesitation.
When we cross the threshold, me and Blush share an excited smile, but the moment we step inside, heat slams into me.
It smells like whiskey, sweat, cologne and filthy sex. The lighting is low, casting everything in a seductive shadow.
Blush leans into me. “Now this… This is a circus,” she says in disdain. “Look at them all… Fucking vultures.”
But I barely hear her since my heart’s now pounding, my eyes already scanning the room, searching and waiting.
Then I see him.Gray.
He’s slipping away from the main lounge, alone, down a hallway lined with golden chandeliers and a sign that readsPrivate Showings.
A slow, electric fury builds inside me before I lean into Blush.