Page 25 of Promise Kept

I get close enough to Julian and I grab his shirt and slam him against the door.

“What the fuck?” Julian growls.

I push away from him, enter the club and go upstairs.

The place smells of honey, lavender, gentle essential oils, with the underlying scent of… money and pussy.

And that’s what this place is all about.

Money and pussy.

Which is the exact reason why she cannot be part of it.

Julian chases after me, calling my name and calling me names.

He can’t get under my skin with a brand new scalpel.

I know this place like the back of my hand because I helped design it all.

It was all Hux’s idea…

I look down at my wrist.

The H tattoo.

Like we all have.

For a second I can hear Hux’s voice.

The biggest voice in the room. The loudest voice in the room.

The guy who could convince a house fire to just put itself out.

Hux isn’t here.

Heston isn’t here.

I see the red velvet door and curl my lip.

I kick the door open with ease and storm inside.

Everything is dark.

The walls, the floor, the ceiling, the table and chairs - all black.

The accent color is a blood red.

It’s dark, sexual, creepy… almost like stepping into a cliché vampire book.

The first person I can get my hands on is Aron.

I lunge for his throat.

I grab him and drive him back against the wall.

“Are you fucking insane?” I scream.

Someone grabs my right arm and pulls.

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