Axle's POV
I should've just gone to work. That's what a rational man would do… bury himself in deadlines, drown in spreadsheets, let the world pretend everything is fine. But instead, my car rolls to a stop in front of a bar I haven't stepped into in months.
The sign hums faintly in the sunlight, the paint chipped from years of wear. I kill the engine and sit there for a beat, forehead against the steering wheel, breathing out one long curse. Then I shove the door open and walk inside.
The VIP section is nearly empty this early, except for a few men hunched over drinks.
"Two shots of Whiskey.. neat" I gestured to the waiter who nodded and walked off..
Looking around, I catch the eyes of a sexy looking blonde at the far end, her eyes bright like neon, locked on me the momen
