Dhalia POV
We walk into the club, but we’re stopped by a guard.
“Any chance you have a moment to discuss an issue?” the guard asks, looking between the guys.
“What sort of issue?” Jax asks.
“The kind we find while searching people—large quantities were found on him,” the guard explains, and I’m guessing he means drugs.
“Grab a drink, Princess, and wait in the VIP lounge. We won’t be long, and the staff have been made aware of exactly who you are to us,” Chase says, kissing me before walking off with the guard, Jax, and Blake in tow.
I turn and head to the bar, where the bartender gives me my drink with a smile. I don’t want to sit alone in the VIP area, so I linger by the bar, trying to calm myself.
A snicker from behind me makes my stomach drop. “I thought lying in that puddle taug
