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A tall,
    olive-skinned woman with short spiky hair wearing a crimson top and
    matching miniskirt talking to the vampire bouncer by the elevator. She
    was just inches away from the guy. A dim light green radiance seemed to
    be glimmering off her eyes. The vampire bouncer with all his mass of
    muscles did nothing to stop her when she whisked by him and got into
    the elevator.
    Turning on his heels toward the back of their VIP area, Dyam
    spotted Joel, who was now enjoying the redhead’s mouth on his cock. His
    friend was not going to like him very much, but they had to find out what
    the fuck was happening.
    ‚Joel, we gotta go.‛ Joel didn’t even flinch. Dyam tried again. ‚Joel,
    something’s not right. We gotta go.‛
    This time, his friend opened one eye. ‚Dy, buddy, this is not a good
    time.‛
    ‚I know, but I think there’s a jungle animal inside this nightclub.‛
    Okay, even he could see the insanity of his remark.
    ‚What?‛ Joel sat up straight but did not motion the girl off his cock.
    ‚What do you mean there’s a jungle animal in the club?‛
    ‚She was getting inside one of the elevators. I think she is going to
    the third floor.‛
    ‚She?‛ Joel asked, with an impish smile on his face. ‚Dy, my man,
    it is probably the remains of your Cherokee inimă begging for some
    release.‛ Joel leaned back on the couch with his hand on the girl’s head,
    encouraging her to go deeper.
    Joel was probably right, but Dyam could not shake off the certainty
    of what he had sensed. Deciding he could not just sit around and forget
    about it, he started toward the elevator. The bouncer was still on the same
    spot.
    ‚Did you see who she was?‛ Dyam asked while checking which
    floor the elevator had stopped on.
    The bouncer looked at Dyam, blinking fast. ‚Who?‛
    ‚The woman, the tall woman, wearing a red top and mini who had
    just passed by you.‛
    The bouncer looked up to the nothingness and smiled broadly—he
    actually smiled! Dyam was overwhelmed by a smell of fresh rain on
    autumn leaves.
    ‚Oh, that woman. Yeah, she    said.
    What a waste of space he was.
    Taking a deep breath, Dyam walked past him and took the stairs.
    When he reached the door to the third floor, he stopped and unlocked his
    senses again. Yes, she had been there. Opening the door slowly, he put his
    head out into the hallway and checked the surroundings. The coast was
    clear. Closing the door soundlessly behind him, he scanned the long
    corridor. There were only four apartments on that section—a true
    testament of how exclusive that part of the nightclub was. A small
    pathway at the far end lead to the south wing. The area was dimly lit by
    long amber lights. The black carpets and crimson walls added a ‚what
    happens here, stays here‛ feel to the decor.
    Dyam took a few steps to the right with the intention of checking
    the doors for suspicious sounds, but the soft thud coming from the south
    wing stopped him midway. Silently, he started toward the sound, but
    when he got to that section, it was empty. The smell of rainforest was
    stronger there. Following it, he realized the scent draw a direct line
    between the fire exit, located at the end of the corridor and one of the four
    exclusive apartments on that wing. Looking up to see which door it was,
    Dyam’s heart went straight to his mouth.
    It was Hikuro’s private quarters.
    Without a second thought, Dyam burst inside the room, his knife
    steady in his hand, ready for battle.
    Hikuro was sprawled on the floor by the couch, motionless. Fuck!
    He scanned the room for potential attackers hiding in the shadows; then
    he went to check on his friend. Hikuro’s head was still attached to his
    body.
    Thank the Soartas .
    Dyam released the breath he had not realized he was holding and
    tried to wake his friend up. Nothing. Hikuro was out cold. That was when
    Dyam saw a small envelope on his lap. Pulling his phone out of his back
    pocket, he