Natalia
The Underground was exactly what its name suggested—a basement club constantly thrumming with music so loud that I could feel it in my chest. Perfect for a conversation I didn’t want anyone to overhear.
Mila was already waiting in a discreet corner booth when I arrived, nursing a cocktail and wearing a slinky black dress that helped her blend in. I had come in the same outfit I’d worn all day: a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve top. Hardly clubbing attire, but everyone was too drunk to notice anyway.
“You look like s**t,” she said bluntly as I took a seat.
“Thanks. That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear.” I slid in across from her and signaled the waitress for a drink. “What did you find?”
Mila reached into her purse and pulled out a manila folder. “This took some diggi
