![]() ![]() Tell me, is your girlfriend here tonight? Any of them would be more interesting company than this guy. Colored light broke the darkness at erratic intervals, bright enough to spill into the lounges and dapple the faces of patrons drinking and chatting in booths and on couches. C’mon, you knew that.īehind him, the dance floor teemed with shadows and bodies twisting together within a thick hum of bass. The gangster-it was hard to think of him as the Viper, no matter how charitable Lexi might be feeling-scratched his tattooed cheek, his grin already replaced by a peevish frown. He was a scrawny gangster with bad breath and a stupid nickname Lexi could never remember-the Cobra or the Viper, something dumb like that. Lexi squinted to make out the grinning face of the man who’d accosted her. She slinked into the lounge, blinked at the strobing confusion of the dance floor, and caught an incoming high-five. The distant music coaxed her down a hall plastered with posters from a bygone century: musicians long dead, films banned and burned, world tours to countries that no longer existed. ![]() The crime lord who owned the club below was one of Lexi’s regular associates, and the bouncers never gave her any trouble, even though she caused plenty of it herself. ![]() Music droned beneath her, a sonic lure that held the promise of drinking, dancing, and sex. ![]()
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