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I’d barely made it halfway through my meal when the guys walked in.
Logan was dressed all in black, looking every bit the future Alpha. Leonard wore a blue silk shirt paired with black pants, while Samuel had opted for a white button–down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. Keira was there too, stunning in a red satin dress that complemented Logan’s outfit perfectly.
“Wow, boys, you clean up nice,” Ama commented with obvious appreciation.
Leonard preened at the compliment. “You too, Ama. You’ve already got my blood pumping.”
“Roll up your sleeves,” Ama suggested to Leonard, eyeing his arms.
“Help me?” Leonard asked, extending his arms toward her with a flirtatious smile.
Samuel leaned against my counter, his gray eyes lingering on my chest. The tension between us was palpable.
“See something you like?” I teased, meeting his gaze directly.
“Maybe,” he replied, his voice low and husky.
Logan approached the counter then, but I wasn’t worried about him overhearing. He’s used to the flirting between Samuel and me by now. He probably knows we hook up occasionally, but we’ve never talked about it.
“Looks like the paint job is done. Looks good,” Logan observed, clearly noticing Ryder’s Harley sitting in the shop. “More modifications to come?”
I grabbed a Coke from the mini–fridge, popped it open one–handed, and took a swig
before answering. “Still need to do the exhaust and suspension.”
Ten minutes later, I balled up my napkin and tossed it into the empty container. “I’m done eating. Let’s go!” I announced, carrying my trash to the bin and wiping down the table with a wet napkin. On my way out, I grabbed my ID and keys from the drawer behind the
counter.
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Although I didn’t actually need ID. I handed mine to Logan anyway. He tucked it into his wallet while Leonard took Ama’s.
After locking up the shop, I jogged to the dumpster in my heels. “Holy shit, these heels are killing me!” I complained as we all piled into the SUV.
The club was actually owned by Logan and me, though we operated under different names. No one knew for sure that we were the owners, which was exactly how we wanted
- it.
We’d built it on human territory, making it neutral ground where all packs could gather. We had strict rules against fighting, so aside from the occasional drunk troublemaker, it was a peaceful place:
The valet approached as we pulled up, and Logan handed him the keys.
My red–sole heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement until we reached the
carpeted entrance. The bouncer was from our pack, but in public, protocol required formality.
“Sir Logan, Miss Xena,” he greeted us with a respectful nod, stepping aside to let us enter.
Music pounded through the speakers as we entered the dimly lit corridor. The hallway
opened onto a balcony overlooking the dance floor, which was already crowded despite
the early hour.
To our right was a staircase leading up to the VIP rooms, and to our left was the bar and stairs leading down. The lower level housed the main bar, dance floor, and a game room equipped with pool tables and a few arcade machines.
Ama and I lingered on the balcony, surveying the sea of bodies moving below. Logan and Leonard headed straight for the bar, Keira trailing behind them.
Samuel stood beside us, his imposing presence making him look like a damn bodyguard.
“This place is busy!” I shouted over the music, feeling a rush of excitement.
“I know! I need a drink first,” Ama yelled back, already moving toward the VIP area.
We followed Samuel up to our reserved VIP room, where our drinks were already waiting.
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Ama had her usual vodka cranberry, while I went for Jack and Dr. Pepper. The guys all ordered whiskey neat.
Ama and I stood at the VIP balcony, watching the people dancing below. The energy of the club was intoxicating, making me feel alive in a way I rarely did at home or school.
I felt a pair of hands settle on my hips, and Samuel’s warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Ready to dance?”
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