Chapter 79 A Troublesome Mate

• ​The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through Elara’s boots and settling deep in her chest. She had never felt so alive. They weren't at an ordinary club but a wild, forbidden place with blinding lights, loud music, and almost naked women.
• ​“Angelo, are you sure this… Is this a good idea?” Elara shouted, her voice nearly swallowed by the roar of the crowd.
• ​Angelo didn't look back. He was grinning like a schoolboy, his eyes dancing across the stage where figures moved in silhouettes of lace and skin.