Page 17 of Queen Of Clubs

Heading down the hall, I stop at the door with the silver four. Grabbing my key card, I unlock my apartment and walk inside.

Most of the rooms here start off with the standard black like the rest of the club, but we’re allowed to decorate our places how we want. So, I did a pretty spot-on job, turning it into the room I had back at the center. Something about the pastel colors is relaxing.

Tossing my purse on the bed, I head over to my adorable gold Victorian vanity and brush out my long, copper hair. I cringe a little as I notice a bit of redness under my eyes and on my nose.

“Should have worn the damn sunscreen.” You would think, growing up in Vegas, I’d know better by now. I’m a ginger. I don’t tan, I burn.

I’ll be using some makeup to cover that up tonight.

Grabbing the things I need, I move into the bathroom that I share with one of the new omegas, Elena. She’s a sweet thing with blonde hair and blue eyes. A bit shy, but I’m sure after some time here, she will open up.

Once I’m done washing up, I head back into my room and slip into my uniform—a sleek black dress that ties up around my neck and forms to my body like a glove before flaring slightly at the hips.

After I dry my hair, I style it in loose curls. Using a bit of foundation, I cover up the redness, hating that it also covers up my freckles, which I love. I do my makeup—a soft smokey eye that makes the green in my irises pop and my signature deep-red lipstick.

I give myself a once over in the mirror and nod when I’m pleased with my look for the night. I seem to only have one person to impress tonight, and I know that I don’t have to try.

“Well, Jade. Time for work. I have no doubt, it’s going to be an eventful night.”

Chapter 6

Everett

The high of the show still buzzes through my body as the roar of the crowd chants for another encore. “Tattered Souls, Tattered Souls, Tattered Souls”

“That was fucking amazing!” Griffin screams before bursting into laughter, the high from the cocaine he snorted in between sets still racing through his system.

“It really fucking was.” I laugh, bumping his shoulder playfully.

Zane follows behind, dripping with sweat. Dude looks seconds away from passing out.

Worry laces my veins as we head back to the green room. “You okay?” I ask Zane as we plop down onto the couch.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he grumbles, grabbing the bottle of water I snatched from the mini fridge on the way in and cracking it open, downing almost half of it.

He’s been like this for almost the past month. I know it will pass; he’s always like this during this time of the year, but it doesn’t make it any easier to see him hurting.

It’s been three weeks since Jade’s twenty-second birthday. And every night since then, Zane has been drunk as hell. It took both me and Griffin babysitting him for the past twenty-four hours to make sure he was sober enough to do this show.

“Boys,” Gianna, our manager, purrs as she walks into the green room. “Amazing show, as always.”

“Thanks, Gigi.” Griffin winks.

“So, what's the plan tonight? You guys headed back to the tour bus? Maybe we could all go out to eat to celebrate.”

“No way we’re staying in tonight,” Griffin scoffs. “We’re in Vegas, baby. We should be drinking and gambling.”

“As fun as that sounds,” Gianna crinkles her nose. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’re working on keeping you out of the public eye in any kind of negative way. We’re still recovering from the last incident."

“Look, I was high, I didn’t think I’d make it to a bathroom,” Griffin grumbles, crossing his arms as he leans back into the couch.

“You pissed against a tree,” I snicker.

“So? People pee on trees all the time.”

“Dude, it was one of those trees that are planted on the street, a few feet away from the red carpet,” Zane sighs, scrubbing his face with his hand. I know he’s wishing that the water bottle in his hands was a bottle of rum. I’m proud of him for not drinking so far tonight. Can’t promise what the rest of the night will bring, though.

“Whatever.” Griffin flips Zane off, making Zane smile and chuckle.

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