Chapter 23

“My establishment, my club, and you have the guts to step foot in here! What the fuck, are you doing here sleaze? Security!”

Madison froze at the sound of that voice.

She knew that voice… and no it couldn't be, but it was.

She held herself, her feets trembling as she slowly turned around, and then her mouth dropped open in surprise, as his name flew out of her lips in a stutter, “Da… Damien…”

She couldn’t believe it, and she was taken aback when she saw the face of the very man that haunted every part of her brain, ingrained in every fragmented memory she had, and the effect had her nearly staggering back in shock.

She repeated the words he’d just said over and over again, and her mouth widened in shock as she came to the stark realization that this was his club.

His bar, which he owned.

He was the owner of this establishment? Madison pondered, her stomach beginning to churn in fear.

Her head spun as she clutched a nearby