Shelly’s POV
Arriving at the club, the atmosphere buzzes with pulsating energy. The night is young, and outside, a serpentine line of eager party-goers snakes toward the entrance. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, with clusters of friends huddled together, laughter and chatter creating a symphony of excitement.
The line stretches into the distance, but with Sebastian, being the mafia boss, we go right up front, stepping the rest of the people eager to get in and curious stares.
A towering bouncer stands guard at the door, muscles rippling under his tight black tee, eyes hidden behind dark aviator sunglasses. He spots us immediately, a glimmer of recognition crossing his stony expression, lips curling into a smile for me and Sabrina.
Sebastian is by my side in an instant, his prese
