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

fast, big money,” Lucas knocks on the door, glancing at

Too much has been happening since we got back

on the door, and then a

in with a polite

vigilant eyes pause, observing Lucas carefully: “You are

“Afghanistan,”

the guy inside the door is as tall as Lucas if not more. His bulky muscles hid

“Iraq, bro.”

like in

other for years. It’s actually nice to see people trusting each other because of a shared feeling of belonging. Their world is so simple yet so -mysterious

you are…?” The guy

don’t know what identification I can provide. A housewife? An orphan? I feel

taking her for a tour of the

His eyes are powerful yet clean,

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