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One

Trent

It was just before ten when I easedlot at the front of the club

Darkness had long descended on the small city of Rede but a blanket of black Against it, the neon lights glea like beacons of debauchery, flashing over the slew of cars and bikes lined in a row near the entrance

I stopped at the front and plantedthe rulow of club lights and the sound of heavy h the thick block walls

I lit a s on the loose gravel as I went

“Mr Lawson” Kult dipped his head as I approached

Awareness rustled through the bodies standing at the door to get inside as I advanced on the crowd

“Kult,” I returned as I came up beside him

“How are you tonight, Sir?”

“Still breathing”

He chuckled “All we can ask for, isn’t it?”

Kult was a bouncer who’d been working foras fuck Loyal to the bone Exactly as required

Staarette with the toe of ht?”

“So far, Sir,” Kult responded, his burly frauard

“Way I like it,” I said, gaze sweeping the faces of those who’d turned to stare at me Like every person there had taken note of my presence Every eye compelled to look my direction

My father had always said respect wasn’t earned, it was taken

You had to own it

Possess it

Asright

Proof of it was in the way every person had shifted Now on edge A shot of self-preservation injected into their bloodstreams

Like they’d felt the ru beneath the approach of my bike

Felt the shift in the sordid, stagnant air

I always found it ironic that they all seeing fro

Absolution