(Logan)
I didn't stick around after my talk with Wray. So, I got in my car and decided to take a trip to my club. My mind was spiraling out of control after what happened. I growled and punched the steering wheel, hating the fact that I couldn't control certain aspects of my life.
It was a long drive, but when I finally arrived, I breathed a sigh of relief. Parking my car, I got out and walked in. A couple of my workers saw me and greeted me on the way, acknowledging my presence with respectful nods.
The familiar feel of the club, with its dim lighting and soft jazz music playing in the background, offered a brief reprieve from the chaos of my thoughts.
I headed straight to the bar, ordering my usual liquor. As I took a sip, I felt the familiar burn of the alcohol warming my throat,
