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Viper owns this place.

Of course he does.

Is there anything in this goddamn city that doesn't have his fingerprints all over it?

I grip Allegra tighter, my best friend now a dead weight against my side.

She mumbles something incoherent, her head lolling onto my shoulder.

"Hang in there, Allegra," I murmur, my lips brushing her hair. "We're going to get you sorted out."

The woman leads us to a nondescript door at the back of the club, punching in a code on the keypad.

It beeps and unlocks with a soft click.

She ushers us inside, and I find myself in a dimly lit hallway, the walls lined with abstract art that probably costs more than I make in a year.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Viper

A call from my GM Sophie, and now I'm on my way to Headliners to check on my girls.

Sophie said she saw Allegra vomit on a customer and told me she was trashed.

I know the girls are going to go out and have fun, but damn.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

I park the car a block away, and the moment the key is out of the ignition, I'm on the move.

I head inside and head straight for my office.

Sophie, the general manager, texted me a few minutes ago to let me know they were in my office, safe and sound.

The moment I open the door, I see Iris, and the sight of her is enough to fill the empty spaces inside me.

She's wearing a skin-tight emerald dress with a high slit, her hair cascading down her back.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I whisper.

"Viper, get the fuck away from me. Go home. Please," she begs, and the look in her eyes makes my chest ache.

"I can't. I had to come here… and I needed to see you," I hiss.

"Why are you here?" she demands.

I look around. "My general manager told me Allegra was three sheets to the wind, threw up on a customer. Need I say more?

She's visibly shaking. "I can't fucking believe this."

"You think you'd stop being surprised by now," I smirk as I shrug my jacket off and hand it to her. She's shaking, and it's either from anger or because she's cold. "Here, take this. You'll catch a cold."

"Stop treating me like a child," she hisses.

"Oh, baby, I'm not," I growl, and the smile on my face is genuine. "So, where is she?"

"In your bathroom. She's drunk. Viper, please, don't come any closer," Iris motions toward the private bathroom attached to my office, and her voice cracks.

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