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Drew
A sense of foreboding hovered over my mind long into the evening, regardless of the party kicking at the club. I’d dreamed about her again, and even though I couldn’t clearly recall her face, her presence had haunted my head all goddamn day.
Disturbed screamed through the new Bose system Vigil, our president, had installed in the lounge area of our club, but no one seemed to be listening. Brothers played cards, shot pool, and slammed back shots while the club girls sat on their laps or knelt between thighs, swallowing down Viper d***s easy as water.
I sat at the bar’s end with a tonic, keeping an eye on everyone and everything. I’d earned the nickname Warden while prospecting since I felt responsible for damn near every friend I made—and the fact I ran a bodyguard service outsid
