Page 104 of Volatile Obsessions

My phone buzzed yet again.

Unknown: What could you possibly be doing that you don’t have a spare five minutes?

Me: Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going out.

Unknown: Where?

If I told him, he’d show. There wasn’t a single doubt about it in my mind.

So I opted for vague.

Me: Halloween party.

Unknown: Where is it?

Me: Noneya.

And that’s how I left it, hoping like hell he’d take the hint and leave it at that, too.

Spoiler alert…he didn’t.

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Creepy glowing maskswith the X’d out eyes.

Blood-stained white tees.

Black thigh-high nylons.

By nine o’clock—and without further inquisition on the Roman front—the girls and I made it to ClubSpace in our full-on Purge gear.

By nine-thirty, Stryker and his boys joined us at the bar, also in Purge ensembles.

And by ten, I’d effectively accomplished my goal for the evening.

I was feeling good.

Really good.

The kind of good where everything is wonderful and comical, where everyday problems and stressors don’t exist—leaving you weightless.

Dazed.

In a state of bliss.

Smile on my face, I swayed around on the crowded dance floor with my girls, jamming out to Major Lazer. We were packed together like lab rats, but I didn’t care.

I couldn’t be bothered to give a single fuck.

The vibe in here was insane.

Freeing.

Strobe lights above flickered and flashed in different colors, heightening the energy rippling through the club with every minute that passed. Bodies writhed to the beat, drinks were passed along, substances of all kinds were consumed at every turn.

It’s like Ultra and Halloween fucked on ecstacy and had a baby.

Taking another sip from my drink, I dragged my gaze over to Suki. She was shamelessly all over Stryker, staking her claim for every woman in the near vicinity to see. Ramsey wasn’t too far behind with Marco either, though hers wasn’t as possessive as it was drunk and horny.

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