Chapter 43 The Honey Pit

• Lily tugged nervously at the hem of her skirt, but the fabric stubbornly refused to budge. It was too short, riding up her thighs with every step she took. She cursed under her breath, wishing she’d chosen something else to wear. But there was no time to change. This was the outfit Jimmy had said would “send the right message.”
• The sleek black car idled at the curb as she stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement. The neon sign of The Honey Pit buzzed faintly above the club entrance, casting a garish glow that reflected off the rain-slicked streets.
• The building itself was unassuming, the kind of place you’d pass without a second glance during the day. But at night, it came alive, a pulsing rhythm emanating from within.