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AUTHORS’S POV
The night had taken a turn—a reckless, chaotic turn that sent Damon, Davian, and Vincein into a frantic storm of desperation.
It all started when Vincein, expecting his usual dinner with Sloane, realized she was nowhere to be found.
At first, he brushed it off. Maybe she got caught up in something. Maybe she was running late.
But the moment he checked his phone and saw the texts—a few drunken messages from Darlene, some unreadable, others far too suggestive—his stomach twisted in a way it never had before.
His first instinct? Call Damon.
“Is Sloane with you?” Vincein asked the moment Damon picked up.
Damon, who had been pacing in his living room after seeing his own concerning texts, clenched his jaw.
“No. I thought she was with you.”
Silence.
Then Vinc
