The nightclub was already packed when Beth and I stepped inside. The heavy bass pounded through the air, vibrating under my feet as colorful lights flashed across the crowd. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and expensive perfume clung to everything. People danced like they didn’t have a care in the world, bodies pressed close, lost in the music.
Beth grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bar. “Come on, girl. First round’s on me.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You just want an excuse to get me drunk.”
She smirked. “Obviously. You’ve been acting like a nun lately. You need to loosen up.”
I didn’t tell her Mark had practically put me on house arrest since Travis became a problem. This night out? A rare break. Of course, his men were here—blending into the crowd, watching my every move. I coul
