She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

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Scarlett's POV

What does this question tell at all?

"Well, yeah. She is a party girl," I shrug, hesitating because I don't see this answer helping, "Damon knows about that. She doesn't need to hide from him if she is just-"

There are several bars on this street AND in the nearby streets. It's not helping us narrow down the range.

"Yep, that makes sense," Lucas nods, stopping the car when we are still far from the library, "The bars would be my bet if we didn't follow our new friends here. BUT, Damian Vanderbilt sees her as his pet, meaning they are close, so he wouldn't be finding it an interesting place for her to be if she's in any of them. Luckily, you are here with me instead of Adrian-"

He gets out of the car and I hurriedly follow him. No one is allowed to stop in the middle of a story and just up and leave! This is definitely his revenge on my complaints about his driving skills...He locks the car with the key as he walks up to a wooden door that looks so ordinary that I barely noticed it before.

"What's in here?"

"Behind this door, is one of the biggest underground cage fight clubs in the city."

Cage...fight?

underground fighting sort of thing?" I murmur, unable to comprehend the idea. I mean, sure, Lilith can fight

sort of place with fast, big money," Lucas knocks on the door,

has been happening since we got

open the little window on the door, and then a

that," Lucas leans in with a polite smile, "You

vigilant eyes pause, observing Lucas carefully: "You are

"Afghanistan,"

"

as Lucas if not more. His bulky muscles

"Iraq, bro."

talk like in code,

if knowing each other for years. It's actually nice to see people trusting each other because of a shared feeling of belonging. Their world is so simple yet so -mysterious at the same time. "And you are...?"

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what identification I can provide. A housewife? An orphan? I feel like I'm nothing

Lucas walks in first, "I'm taking her for a

The guy touches his forehead with his fingertips. His eyes are powerful yet clean,

narrow stairs, leading to a dim hallway before it suddenly opens to a huge space like an underground parking lot.