I hesitate, torn between wanting to blend into the crowd and the fear of retribution. One thing I want right now is to get away from the seething look Marcus is giving me. Sienna tugs me off my seat, not taking no for an answer. Leone follows us with his gaze, his eyes glued on me. I don’t know how much longer I can survive this charade before everything comes crashing down around me. I chug the rest of my drink when Sienna passes me one of her fruity girly drinks that tastes like water. I sip my drink as she leads me through the curtains at the back, which moves into a nightclub. The music pulses through my veins, the heat from the bodies around us stifling after the first few drinks. The pulsing lights of the dance floor swallow us, and for a moment, I let the rhythm take over as I dance
