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And then it happens.

They take what they want, leaving nothing behind.

I’m lost in a haze of agony.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” one finally says.

“She’s done.” Another adds.

“Yeah, let’s go. We’ve had our fun.” Another one speaks up.

Eventually, footsteps fade and silence engulfs me.

I’m finally alone, and I should be relieved, but I’m not.

The darkness closes in, and I’m left here—broken.

CHAPTER ONE

Miles

Present Day . . .

The air is thick with sweat and smoke.

Music pulses through the walls, vibrating in my chest.

Outside the club, some dumb fuck is causing a scene. He’s yelling, flailing his arms like he’s in a damn movie.

“Yo!” I shout, cutting through the noise. The guy stops. He turns, eyes wild. “You gotta fuckin chill, man!”

“Get outta my way! My girl’s in there!” he snaps, jabbing a finger at my chest.

I size him up—he’s not as big as some of the other bouncers, but he’s all bluster. I keep my stance steady, legs slightly apart, ready.

His breath reeks of booze and something darker.

“Not if you’re gonna be a problem,” I reply, firm.

He takes a step closer, nostrils flaring.

“Yo!” I yell again, voice sharp. “Back the fuck up. I’m not in the mood today, man.”

“Or what.” He takes a step forward, nostrils flaring.

“Or I will toss you outta here like last week’s trash.” My body tightens, instinct kicking in.

“Look, I know she’s cheating,” he hisses, voice low but shaky.

I just wanna talk to her.”

“Yeah? If it was my girl in there, I’d do the same. But I’m not letting you in.” My pulse quickens. Every muscle tightens. I see the anger boiling, ready to spill over.

“Fuck you!” He lunges at me, ready to cause a bigger problem.

Time slows. I sidestep, grabbing his wrist, twisting. A sharp movement, and he’s on the ground, gasping.

“Get up, man,” I say, stepping back.

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