Chapter 225 Get Her Out Of Here

• The car ride to the club felt like it lasted forever. Serena sat rigid in the back seat, her fingers twisting the fabric of her gown, the emerald silk now wrinkled from her restless grip. Outside the window, the city lights blurred past, but she could not focus on any of it. Her thoughts spiraled. Something was wrong; she could feel it.
• She could only hope that it had nothing to do with Trejo. She really hoped that something else had come up. But deep down... she knew. The way her gut twisted, the way her heart throbbed with fear, it wasn't just worry. It was dread.
• The SUV pulled into the underground garage of the club. Mike glanced at her in the mirror. "We are here, ma'am."