As soon as they stepped outside the club, April handed the keys to the valet as they waited for him to grab their car. The nervous young man caught them and did his best to ignore the figure groaning in pain that was hoisted atop Zander’s shoulder. They stood in silence as they waited for him to come back. The white Bentley came roaring towards them. The valet hopped out urgently and was a bit surprised to find his hand stuffed with a couple of notes as Henry climbed into the driver’s seat. He stammered a ‘thank you’ and did them the courtesy of ignoring the package that he casually threw into the back seat as he returned to stand by his allocated spot.
April slid into the passenger seat. She waited impatiently as Zander pushed Lance into the back and tried to get him seated in the least
