CHAPTER 16
CARMEN
Walking back into a b**m club was like going through a gauntlet. The dark, cherry wood floors, and charcoal walls felt eerily familiar, confining even. Her heart was pounding, close to exploding out of her chest as she took in the space. The first time she’d entered Club Obsidian was weeks ago, to meet with a man claiming to have dirt on her. She’d put on a latex suit and pretended to be a regular. She’d barely taken the time, or effort, to take in her surroundings. After all, once you’d seen a b**m club up close, surely, you’d seen them all?
As it appeared, that was not the case. For starters, she didn’t have to wear a blindfold as she entered the place. Unlike when Franco had taken her to Red Velvet, which had been the first red flag the place was off the map. Also,
