Page 13 of Turmoil's Target

Jolt stands beside me, his dark hair artfully tousled, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

We exchange a knowing glance, the thrill of the impending encounter crackling between us like a live wire.

As we inch closer to the front of the line, I catch snippets of conversations around us—excited chatter about the DJ, the drinks, the potential for an unforgettable night.

I let the energy wash over me, fueling my determination.

Tonight, we’re here to make a move that could change everything.

The bouncers at the door are imposing figures, their muscular arms crossed over their chests as they survey the crowd with stern expressions.

But as Jolt and I approach, I flash them a confident grin, projecting an air of belonging.

They give us a once-over, then step aside, granting us entry into the exclusive world of Omnia.

We step through the doors, and I’m immediately engulfed by the pulsing beat of the music, the air thick with the scent of sweat and expensive perfume.

The interior of the club is a kaleidoscope of light and color, the walls adorned with intricate murals that seem to move in time with the music.

Hell, if someone did some shrooms before they got here and came to the club they’d have a damn good time.

The dance floor is a sea of writhing bodies, their faces illuminated by the strobing lights.

Jolt leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Damn, this place is something else.”

I nod, my eyes scanning the crowd, searching for a glimpse of our target. “What did you expect? A billionaire heiress like Seraphina wouldn’t settle for anything less than the best.”

We make our way deeper into the club, the energy of the place thrumming through my veins like a second heartbeat.

I can feel the weight of the mission settling on my shoulders, the need to prove myself to the club, to show them what I’m capable of.

But as I take in the luxury surrounding me, the glittering chandeliers and the plush velvet booths, I can’t help but feel a flicker of doubt.

Can two prospects really infiltrate a world like this?

I push the thought aside, my jaw clenching with determination.

We have to.

Failure isn’t an option.

Not tonight, not ever.

Jolt and I exchange another glance, a silent communication passing between us.

It’s time to find Seraphina and set our plan in motion.

The hunt is on.

We make our way to the bar, the sleek black counter gleaming under the pulsing lights.

The bartenders move with practiced efficiency, their hands a blur as they mix cocktails and pour shots.

I flag one down, ordering a couple of whiskeys for Jolt and myself.

We need to blend in, to look like just another pair of guys out for a good time.

As we wait for our drinks, I lean back against the bar, my eyes scanning the room.

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