CHAPTER 293
KATYA POV
Chiara slowed the car as we turned the final corner, the engine humming softly beneath us before she eased her foot onto the brake.
"Okay," she murmured, leaning slightly forward over the steering wheel as the building came into view.
My stomach tightened immediately. The club stood at the end of the street like it had been dropped there deliberately to draw attention. Even from inside the car, it was impossible to miss.
Soft gold lights traced the edges of the building, outlining the dark structure in a way that made it glow against the night.
A large black sign stretched above the entrance, the name of the club written in sleek letters that caught the light every time a car passed.
The place wasn't loud from the outside like I had imagined. The bass from the music inside pulsed faintly through the walls.
