Chapter 28. Pull the Trigger

Beams of neon lights spread, casting an eerie glow over a seedy alleyway, and illuminating the faces of those who pass through its doors like moths drawn to a flame. Rabana Strip Club is a well-known high society spot for levity and debauchery.

Among the prestigious clients seeking entry today is Claire, standing, with her feet tapping impatiently on the ground. Clad in a glistening knee-length, sleeveless, purple gown, she is reflecting lights from the fancy bulbs, as if she were a moon.

Seething in her heavy chest region is anger. But like a hungry dog, she almost cannot wait for the opportunity to serve it hot to her oppressor. She purses her lips, bracing herself up for the confrontation that awaits.

Although she is aware of the danger she is walking into, a lion’s den in every sense, she is fueled by relentless urgency. The man she seeks today is not one to be trifled with. They say he is a gangsta with quite a name label, Dead Jaws.

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