CHAPTER 3
PAISLEY JACOBS
Angelina
This club is breathtaking, and I can see why you must be
rich to get in. There are overhead lights that flash all different
colors. The lights are bright, but at the same time, the club is dark.
They ’ re the only lights on, and people can still see you, but you
could hide in the shadows if you tried. The bar sits to the side with
bartenders, and just about every alcoholic beverage you can think
of. Some tequilas on that shelf cost more than my life ’ s worth. I
order a vodka cranberry and continue looking around the room. The
DJ plays music so loud that the room vibrates, but I don ’ t mind the
noise when I grew up in a house full of silence, except for my
father ’ s screaming. I pull my friends to the dance floor, wanting to
have fun but also trying to attract more attention.
I look above at the VIP lounge, feeling someone ’ s eyes
burning into me. With just one glance, I know he ’ s who I want, and