The roar of the engine sliced through the silence of the night.
A sleek black car, glossy as ink, pulled up to the side entrance of the club.
“It’s packed tonight,” said Jairo, his only steady companion, scanning the area. Sharp eyes, low voice.
Kai stayed silent for a moment, his gaze locked on the crowd moving like chaotic waves. Then he gave a half-smile—cold.
“More people, more money.”
He turned off the engine. Jairo opened the door before he could.
Kai stepped out calmly, black leather jacket and razor-sharp stare. He adjusted his collar like he always did—an automatic gesture, part of his persona.
The valet approached immediately.
“Want me to leave it out front like always, Mr. Kai?”
Kai nodded without looking. He handed over the keys and turned to Jairo.
They entered the club without waiting in line. Everyone knew the place belonged to Kai’s family.
They crossed the main dance floor—Kai walking slow but sure—until they reached the VIP area.
An elevated zone, tucked into a mezzanine. Dark leather couches, bottles already opened, and a few girls sitting way too close.
Kai approached the group, greeted with quick handshakes and pats on the back.
“You’re here,” one said, handing him a drink.
“I’m here. Ten minutes, then we talk business.”
He sat down, legs stretched out, glass in hand.
The conversation started light: money, women, drugs. But then Jairo leaned in.
“That new guy brought something different. Stuff that moves fast.”
Kai looked at him, serious.
“I don’t want ‘different.’ I want safe.”
Jairo nodded.
“I’ll talk to him.”
The dance floor was a jungle of lights and bodies. The speakers shook the ground, the music pulsed through your chest.
At that exact moment, Kai stood up from the VIP couch.
He set his glass down, ran a hand through his hair, and walked over to the railing.
His eyes wandered over the crowd. It was always the same, every night: music, drinks, fake people.
But this time something... something stopped him.
Her.
She was there.
Standing just a few meters from the main floor. Not dancing. She had just paused by the bar to catch her breath.
The music shifted. Slower, but powerful.
A remix—something deep. The lights dimmed. Like a breath slowing down before holding still.
Long, damp waves of hair over her shoulders. Her face turned slightly toward him. Big eyes—bright, curious, and confused all at once.
She wasn’t looking for anyone, but their eyes met.
Vale didn’t even know who he was. But she felt her blood rush to her face, like those dark pupils had stripped her bare in a second.
He was... different. Something in the way he looked at her—no shame, no hesitation, like he knew exactly who she was, even though he didn’t know her at all.
Kai didn’t move. He stared.
For a moment, there was no music.
No crowd.
Just her.
Vale looked down for a second, then back up.
It was like staring at a storm on the horizon. Impossible not to be hypnotized.
There was something in his features, in that tense jaw, in the hands shoved into his pockets like nothing could touch him.
But also like he could explode at any moment.
“Vale?” Maddie reached her, breathless. “You okay?”
Vale nodded, snapping out of it.
“Yeah. I... just got distracted.”
“Come on! This part’s my favorite!”
She pulled her back into the crowd, but Kai kept watching her.
Jairo leaned in, tilting his head.
“Something caught your eye?”
Kai didn’t answer.
He just brought a hand to his mouth—a nervous gesture—then slowly turned back to the couch.
But inside, something had already shifted.
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