Page 12 of Turmoil's Target

I scan the faces in the crowd, alert and observant behind a mask of casual indifference.

These people have no idea who Jolt and I really are.

To them, we’re just two regular guys out for a good time.

If they only knew the truth—that our real names are our most closely guarded secret.

Abe and Jack are just the nicknames we go by, aliases to help us blend in.

A thrill races through me at the deception we’re diving into.

I allow a smirk to tug at my lips as I survey the club again, sipping my whiskey.

Tonight should definitely be interesting.

With Jolt by my side, I’m ready for whatever this evening has in store for us.

An hour passes and we fight off a few flirtatious women.

Jolt wanted to give in, but they’re not the woman we’re here to pursue.

I take another sip of my whiskey and lean in closer to Jolt. “So, we’ve officially moved into the new place. The club really hooked us up with a decent house, man.”

Jolt nods, his expression serious. “Yeah, we’ve got to prove ourselves to the club now. Show them we’re worth the investment.”

“Definitely.” I lower my voice, glancing around to make sure no one is within earshot. “I’ve been running some surveillance on Seraphina Bernard over the last couple of weeks. Noticed she hangs out with a woman named Rita.”

Jolt raises an eyebrow. “Rita? Who’s that?”

I shrug, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “From what I can tell, she’s as close as a best friend that a billionaire heiress could have. You know, the type that’s always by her side, privy to all her secrets.”

A glint of curiosity sparks in Jolt’s eyes. “You find out anything good?”

I can’t help but chuckle, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “You could say that. I have a friend who’s able to clone phones. He cloned Rita’s.”

I pause for effect, watching Jolt’s expression shift to one of anticipation. “Found out that she and Seraphina are going to a club in a couple of hours.”

Jolt leans back, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Is that so?”

I down the rest of my whiskey and set the glass on the bar with a decisive thud. “That’s right. And we’re going to meet her there.”

Jolt’s grin widens, mirroring my own excitement. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get ready.”

As we stand up from the bar, I can feel the adrenaline starting to pump through my veins.

Seraphina Bernard—she has no idea what’s coming her way.

We head out and go back to the house, freshen up, and get to the club.

The bass thrums through my chest as Jolt and I approach the nightclub doors, the line of eager partygoers stretching down the block.

Neon lights flash above the entrance, illuminating the name “Omnia” in a mesmerizing dance of colors.

The air is electric with anticipation, the distant sound of music spilling out onto the street every time the door swings open.

We take our place in line, blending in with the well-dressed crowd.

I adjust the collar of my black button-down shirt, the fabric smooth against my skin.

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