Robert’s POV
The night was dark and empty as we sped down the highway. The sound of our engines roared through the silence, and the headlights cut through the darkness. We were a pack of wolves, racing towards our destination. The wind howled in our ears, and the rain whipped against the windshields.
When we arrived at the club, Riley's car pulled into the parking lot first. He expertly slid into a parking spot, and then casually leaned against the side of his car, like he owned the place. The rest of us pulled in behind him, and we all got out of our cars.
As we walked through the doors of the club, we were a sight to behold. We exuded confidence and style, dressed in expensive suits and track shoes. The women inside the club turned to look at us, their eyes wide with admiration. We
