Asher's P.o.v.
I laughed as I stepped out of Dom’s Ford GT40. We’d driven it tonight while Harper, Kaleb, and Leon had taken Leon’s car. I knew it was still hard on Dom, not having his father’s Impala anymore - only the key had been spared from that awful mess. Even now, I sometimes catch him turning it over in his hand.
They’d all convinced me to go out to Club Krasher again, to have one carefree night before my whirlwind of commitments next week. Honestly, it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. So here we were, strolling up to the entrance, bright neon washing over us and thumping bass vibrating through the sidewalk. I could feel it under my feet, pulsing through me already, and I wasn't even inside yet.
When we got to the door, the bouncers spotted Harper and Dom and immediately step
