Scarlett’s POV

What does this question tell at all?

“Well, yeah. She is a party girl,” I shrug, hesitating because I don’t see this answer helping, “Damon knows about that. She doesn’t need to hide from him if she is just–”

There are several bars on this street AND in the nearby streets. It’s not helping us narrow down the range.

“Yep, that makes sense,” Lucas nods, stopping the car when we are still far from the library, “The bars would be my bet if we didn’t follow our new friends here. BUT, Damian Vanderbilt sees her as his pet, meaning they are close, so he wouldn’t be finding it an interesting place for her to be if she’s in any of them. Luckily, you are here with me instead of Adrian–”

He gets out of the car and I hurriedly follow him. No one is allowed to stop in the middle of a story and just up and leave! This is definitely his revenge on my complaints about his driving skills…He locks the car with the key as he walks up to a wooden door that looks so ordinary that I barely noticed it before.

“What’s in here?”

“Behind this door, is one of the biggest underground cage fight clubs in the city.”

Cage…fight?

thing?” I murmur, unable to comprehend the idea. I mean,

mean the sort of place with fast, big money,” Lucas knocks on the

happening since we got back into

the little window on the door, and then a pair of vigilant eyes appeared behind it:

we don’t have that,” Lucas leans in with a polite smile, “You

vigilant eyes pause, observing Lucas carefully:

“Afghanistan,”

as Lucas if not more. His bulky muscles hid under

“Iraq, bro.”

in

years. It’s actually nice to see people trusting each other because of a

The guy

provide. A housewife? An orphan? I feel like I’m nothing

taking her

guy touches his forehead with his fingertips. His eyes are powerful yet clean, now the shade

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