Page 93 of Volatile Obsessions

Vic nodded, but his expression was nothing short of bitter. “With her girls? Always. The rest of the world, however, we don’t matter. Hence why we’re here.”

Glancing over at the two-story shopping strip, I noted Vybe dominated the entire second floor. Must’ve cost Lux a pretty penny. Seeing the establishment teeming with life shed a whole new light on her I never expected to see.

Perhaps she wasn’t as villainous as she wanted the world to believe…

“Right, well, where do you want her then?” I questioned, anxious to get inside the building.

“As long as she’s away from her friends and I can watch from the shadows, it doesn’t matter.”

“You say it like I know who these friends are. Quick profiles would be helpful, mate,” I snapped, luring another chuckle out of him.

“Suki’s a shorty, on the curvy side with bleach blonde locks. She’s loud, wild, covered in ink. Fat ass, too.”

“Noted. She the only one?”

“Usually yes, but sometimes their third wheel makes an appearance. Ramsey’s a redhead, thick girl, heavy goth style. She’s more reserved than the other two.”

The redhead from the party…

The one berating Lux in the middle of my office.

I remembered her clear as day.

“Anyone else I need to look out for?” I pressed.

Vic shook his head. “That I know of, no.”

“I’m going in then.” Pushing off the Rover, I fished out my beanie from my back pocket and pulled it over my head. “Make it quick, though. She goes off in seconds.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be far.”

The inside of this place was nothing like I'd imagined. I was expecting a true dance studio, but there was seating, and a bar fully stocked in the far corner.

Classy yet industrial, the east and west walls were a glittering gold, a stark contrast to the exposed steel pipework above. The other two were nothing but mirrors. Everything popped against the ebony settee’s and it was all tied together by the bare factory-style floors.

The eye-catcher was on the far wall, though—a mass neon sign that read Play. It flickered every few seconds, adding to the edginess of the overall aesthetic. The space before it was littered with bodies, but the lack of furniture made it clear that was the main performance area.

I became more impressed with every detail noticed, in awe of what Lux had so generously done for her friend…and then I saw her.

Tiny black caged halter top, loose army fatigues that still managed to hug her bubbly little ass, and black ankle boots. Those emerald locks were far more sleek tonight, too, cascading down her sparsely inked back.

But the genuine smile on her face as she chatted with the blonde Vic told me about was the cherry on top.

My mouth watered.

Every time I saw her, she looked better than the last.

More sexy.

More alluring.

More fucking beautiful.

I wanted to rush her, invade her personal space, drown her in my insanity as punishment for beguiling me without consent.

But I hung back, digging my feet into the concrete beneath me to keep myself in place.

After all, Vic was here. I had to play my cards right. One wrong move and he’d understand the sudden silence he kept pestering me about.

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