Chapter 23-Amara and Roman

I'm surprised at how packed these clubs are; it's not even six yet. But Violet says this club is poppin' at all hours of the day, so I guess this is normal. Walking in, we go straight up to the bar and order our drinks. Gemma gets a vodka cran, Violet a jack, and coke while I go for a gin and tonic. We throw back three rounds before taking our fourth out to the dance floor.

We dance for hours, and I let everything go as I dance with my new friends. After three hours, we're all coated in a light sheen of sweat and laughing breathlessly as we go to get some water before we return to dancing.

After a couple minutes, Violet is grinding her ass on me when I hear a terrifying growl, and she's ripped away from me. I look up and see an absolutely delicious, ripped woman with a short faded haircut. I put my hands up in surrender as soon as I realize what was happening.

"MINE," she booms at me.

"Don't worry, I'm with her brother. She's all yours," I say as I look at Violet, who's staring at