Angel's POV...
So I dragged Damon to Jackson, he is my backup and I told him to keep an eye on Damon while I go up.
I reach the VIP lounge without any problem.
I open the door and get in shutting it close with a thud. I press my back against it with my eyes closed and pant as though I just ran for my life.
Luckily this place is actually soundproof.
I hear a throat clear. I act startled putting my hand on my chest with wide eyes as I look at 4 of my targets and Jeremiah, all sitting on the couches surrounding a glass table with their drinks on it.
"Holy s**t! I'm so sorry. I was being chased by some drunk guy and this was the first door I managed to open, I swear I'll leave now now when the coast is clear and you'll never ever hear or even see -", I get cut off by one of the guys.
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