Elora’s POV.
I step out of the armoured car outside the club. Conrad takes my hand in his as he gently pulls me to my feet. I’m wearing a little red dress, my blonde hair in a high straight ponytail, gold jewellery, and sky-high heels. I have a knife in my purse. Conrad has a gun on him and is wearing a vest underneath his shirt.
To the outside world, we look like two normal people just heading to a club. I look around the surrounding buildings and my guess was accurate. The buildings in the area are high but they are tight, close together. So, whoever the shooter is was trying to scare him. But there is nothing to say the next time they won’t be merely scaring him.
Women are looking at him like he is a meal to be devoured, some even brazenly squeezing their breasts as we pass by. I c
