Lizzy's POV
The heavy rain pelting the windowpane woke me, and instinctively, my eyes flew wide open. I looked around as voices came in, mostly in whispers, but it was loud enough for me to make out most of them.
The room I lay in was macho and rough. So different from the one Onyx had back at home. This was the life he led aside from being a CEO in the corporate world. This was the other side of Onyx that I barely knew.
The bomb blast, the room was painted black, and had photos on the walls of bikers dressed in ripped trousers, heavy boots, and leather jackets while they leaned against their Harley bikes and their arms wrapped around women who happened to be slender.
Was this some kind of fetish? One that he aimed to have and had with Tiffany? She seemed inclined towards the activi
