Page 12 of Ruthless God

I pause mid-step, shifting my bag to my other hand, frustration flickering as I rummage deeper.

“What in the heck are you wearing?”

I snort, spinning for Harvey.

“It’s a theme night at the club.”

“You’re wearing a Halloween costume.”

“Well, yeah. That’s where the theme part comes in.”

“Do I even want to know why you’re dressed like a sexy, scary clown?” He shudders, as if saying those words creeped him out.

“Because my boss went with a horror theme, and I think I make a pretty sexy Art.”

“If you say so.” He adjusts a sleeping Raquel to his other shoulder. “Get out of here before she wakes up and you traumatize her forever.”

I dig for my keys one last time, finally finding them, and I’m laughing as I leave the apartment.

The club is already buzzing when I arrive, the neon lights spilling onto the pavement like liquid electricity. Music thrums through the walls, a steady bass that pulses beneath my skin.

I don’t miss the sleek black sedan parked in the VIP spot—polished to perfection, windows tinted like secrets. High rollers in the house? Good. That means tips might be insane tonight.

Slipping through the side door, I barely have time to adjust before I collide with something warm, soft, and unnervingly purple. Laughter bubbles out of me as I take a step back, eyes trailing up to take in the sight. A sexy purple dinosaur.

“I thought we were doing horror films,” I tease Jade.

She huffs. “There was a mix-up at the shop, and this was all they had. You, on the other hand, look hot.”

She reaches out, fingers grazing the ruffled white collar of my clown costume.

I have to admit…I nailed this look. Instead of a traditional, full-length clown suit, I went for something bold. A black and white mesh bodysuit, hugging my curves, with two oversized, squishy buttons down the front, round and playful-like juggling balls.

Underneath, I’ve kept things minimal. Strategically placed black Xs cover my nipples, paired with a sleek black thong. Because I’m a curvy girl, I opted for black pantyhose, smoothing over the soft dimples in my thick thighs, giving the whole look apolished, sultry edge. The black boots? Stolen straight from Lili’s closet. She has good taste, I’ll give her that.

My face is painted stark white, a dramatic contrast against the exaggerated black makeup encircling my eyes, stretching up over my brows and down to the corners of my mouth, twisted into something playful… yet eerie. I let my blonde hair flow freely, but a tiny black top hat perches at an angle on my head, the final touch to a look that’s equal parts seductive, strange, and unforgettable.

I say to Jade, “Maybe you can carry a plastic knife and say you’re a killer dinosaur?”

She laughs. “Maybe. The odd thing is I’ve already made nearly a grand tonight in tips.”

“I noticed the car in the VIP spot. Any idea who he is?”

“No idea, and the tips weren’t from him.” Jade leans in and whispers, “He’s wearing a Ghostface mask and is totally playing up to the whole vibe tonight. Super sexy.”

I snort. “If you say.”

“You’ll see what I mean. He’s at the center VIP table.”

“Has he gone into a champagne room with anyone?”

Because that’s where the real money is made.

“Nope.” She gestures to me. “Maybe he’s waiting for a sexy clown.”

“Girl, I think the fumes from that purple paint on your face are going to your head.”

“We’ll see,” she says. “You’re up in two sets.”

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