ALINA
Mikhail was waiting at the door when I arrived at the club.
He was dressed in black, and had a gun at his waist.
He gave instructions to one of the men and when they had stepped back inside, he nodded and pushed the door open for me.
"It's packed tonight."
I stepped inside the club, almost eager to see what it looked like.
Heat, perfume and sweat were mixed together in the air. The smell hit me like a physical force.
Mikhail stayed close as I walked deeper into the club. This was only my second time here.
My father had never liked me being around his business, and had always kept me away from certain parts of his world.
But now, the rules were different. He was gone, and this place was mine.
I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down.
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