Chapter 26 Red Heels

• The club was alive, but it wasn’t the same as it had been. The bass throbbed through the polished floors like a heartbeat, steady and unrelenting, but now it carried a different rhythm—a rhythm of power reclaimed, of control taken back. Brandy stepped through the doors, her heels clicking against the marble entry like gunfire echoing through the room. Red, sharp, and deliberate, each step a statement: she was back.
• The crowd didn’t part, didn’t stare—not yet. They felt it, though. The room shifted subtly, like the air itself had recognized her. The whispers began almost imperceptibly, growing louder as she moved further inside, each eye tracking the woman who had left as fragile and uncertain but returned whole, untouchable, and commanding.
• Her red heels carried her with precision, the click of each step announcing more than presence—it was authority. No one needed to know her full story, the empire she’d built in shadows, the enemies she’d toppled, or the deals she’d executed in silence. They only needed to know she had returned.