"Oh wow, it's so crowded already," Amandla squealed as we walked in the club. Jackson's club. I looked around, not sure if I want to be here honestly. This isn't my kind of place.
Jackson squeezed my hand, eyeing me closely. He smiled when I looked up at him. How is he still taller than me? I'm literally 5'10 or something and I have to strain my neck a little to look at him.
Jackson led us to the VIP section.
"Well, damn. I get to sit with the rich people this time," Sam commented when we sat down. He looked around. There were other people in this area, a little further from us.
"Boss," a man dressed in black with a logo in his tshirt came to us.
"Wait, he's the boss?" Sam asked, not too loud though. Amandla nodded.
"Get them whatever they want," Jackson pointed to us. "And...what wo
