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Tears sting my eyes as I pull into the parking lot and park my car.
Getting out, I grab my driver's license and shove it into my pocket, forgoing my purse this time. Trying to look casual while hurrying, I make my way to the front door, where a gigantic bouncer eyes me up and down.
“Are you a member?”
Crap, I didn't expect this. “No, I'm here for Mr. Black.”
He pulls out his phone for a moment, but I can't see what he's doing on the screen. Then a moment later, he nods at me. “Go right in. Arson will be out soon.”
I have no idea who he's talking about. Maybe it's Damien's nickname at this club, but I'm not about to show my confusion. Instead, I smile, nod, and make my way inside.
I'm ready to confront Damien and ask him why he did this to me. Inside, I'm confronted by loud music, flashing lights, and people dancing.
...and more than dancing.
I can feel my heart racing, my palms sweating. The music seems to be getting louder, the lights brighter. I look around and see people engaging in all sorts of activities, some of them quite intimate.
I realize that this is not just a party, it's a full-blown orgy. I feel a mix of curiosity and disgust, but I can't let myself be distracted from my goal - finding Damien.
I ignore the moans of pleasure, the sexual positions, the men and women eyeing me with hunger in their eyes as I stroll through a red room and through a door.
A man walks up to me. “I'm Arson. I heard you were here to see me? I apologize, but I don't recognize you.”
“I'm here for Mr. Black.” I'm afraid they'll throw me out if I say that I'm here for Damien.
“Well, that’s either me or him.” Arson points behind me. “But I'd much rather it be me.”
I turn around and catch sight of the person he's pointing at and my jaw drops.
He’s not pointing at Damien.
He’s pointing at Cameron.
And Cameron is making his way to my side with an unsettling grin on his face.
I want to escape.
But I also want answers.
“Hello, Zoe,” Cameron says.
“Where’s Damien?” I ask.
“It’s just you and me here, baby. Let me show you around,” he says, taking my hand and leading me into the next room.
The green light nearly blinds me, but I can hear and smell the room and know what’s happening - people being intimate, loud, and incredibly rough from the sound of things.
“Welcome to the green room where anything goes. Anything,” Cameron says.
Chapter Eighteen
Damien
I can hardly believe what I'm hearing.
“This is the proof that we need that his death was murder, not a suicide. I'm calling in the FBI to do an investigation that might actually get somewhere. I'm sorry you've been through this and that no one believed you.”
“You did. Zoe did.” It's almost over, all of this. “Thank you.”
