DAMON
The club was smoking hot, filled with lots of people and all I wanted to do was just do my thing and leave. The bass was pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest, vibrating through my bones, and the air was thick with sweat, smoke, and that cheap perfume that made my head spin.
I do own most of the clubs in L.A but I didn't own this one, this one was owned by one of Ronald's men. The music was so loud people had to scream just to talk to each other, bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor like they were trying to forget their problems.
The whole plan was simple, go to the VIP section, have a conversation with Ronald and challenge him to meet me outside because Ronald is a man filled with pride and men filled with pride hate being challenged. Their egos can't hand
