Scarlett POV
I got home late, exhausted, and the second I walked through the door, my phone rang.
Delaney.
“Scarlett, help me!”
My heart jumped. “What’s wrong?”
“Come get me. Now!”
The line went dead.
I stared at the phone, then called back. It rang, but she didn’t pick up.
A second later, a text came through: Red Balloon Club. Private room 6. Hurry!
I was already grabbing my keys and running for the car.
I drove like a maniac, heart slamming against my ribs the whole way.
Every worst-case scenario played out in my head. When I finally reached the club, the doorman stopped me.
“Members only, ma’am.”
I showed him the text.
“My friend’s inside. Room six.”
“Is she a member?”
I didn’t know. Before I could argue, I spotted a familiar face heading out.
“Winston Jackson!”
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