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The dim lighting casts an alluring glow from the chandelier flickers against the polished mahogany bar and plush, red leather couches. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and cigars. But despite the opulence, I can't shake off the unease that has settled in my stomach like a heavy stone.
I follow the guard through the club. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to decipher what Dexter wants with me. Is he here to threaten me again? Or worse, does he have something else in store for me?
As we approach a private booth near the back of the club, I see Dexter Whitmore sitting there, sipping dark liquor from a glass. He looks up as we approach and gives me a smug smile.
“Ah, Mrs. Prescott! As always, it's a pleasure to see you.”
Guards, their size intimidating, flank me while Dexter sits at a table facing the stage.
I swallow hard and force myself to meet his gaze. “What do you want from me, Dexter?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear that grips me.
“Whatever your deal is with my ex-husband has nothing to do with me.”
“Straight to the point, right? Must be a family policy,” Dexter stands up and walks to the bar. He pours himself a drink and goes back to sit behind his table. “Well, the truth is, Brandon and I are old acquaintances. There are some matters that are of interest to both of us that we think you should cooperate with us on.”
“And what matters are those?”
“You see, Mrs. Prescott, competition among the New York clubs has become somewhat voracious in recent years.”
“Nothing that interests me or really concerns me,” I state with my arms crossed.
“But it suits him, Mrs. Prescott. And it suits you because you are the mistress of my biggest competitor.”
“Ethan and I are not?—”
“Refrain from denying the closeness of the relationship, Mrs. Prescott. We know all too well what you two are,” Dexter feigns a sigh. “You're a naughty woman,” he sneers. “But luckily, your husband doesn't seem to mind.”
“Ex-husband,” I correct him immediately, but he ignores me.
“You see, Kristine, can I call you Kristine? Well. It turns out that Brandon and I have made a deal that suits you. You're going to do a little job for us to make it up to your husband for cheating on him.”
“And why do you think I'll do anything for you two?” I ask, growing annoyed.
Dexter smiles, and I feel like a rat caught in a trap. “You will do as I say, my dear, because if you don't, I assure you, you will never see your son again.”
He stands up again and approaches me, dropping a small package in my hands. “What is this?”
“It's better you don't know.”
I can see enough to know it's drugs.This is worse than I thought.
“Tonight, you will go to Club Allure. You'll attend their private party, and you'll sprinkle the contents of this package into Thorn Joseph's drink.”
“Thornton Joseph... the politician?”
“Very clever.” Dexter clicks his tongue. “Do it, and make sure the fingerprints of your dear Ethan or one of his associates are on the glass.”
“Why?” I ask in a choked voice.
“That's none of your business. Just ensure you do as I tell you.”
Looking at the envelope, I realize what Dexter and Brandon intend is obvious. Club Allure is The Vault's main rival, and Thorn Joseph is the same for Brandon. They'll take out both of their enemies in one fell swoop.
Kill two birds with one stone.
“I won’t do it.” I thrust the package back in his direction. But he bursts out laughing.
“I don't think you understand what this is about, my dear. Either you obey or you say goodbye to your son. Brandon will ensure you never see him again.”
