Chapter 13: Lines we cross
The valet reached out for the keys as I stepped out of the car.
I handed them over without a word, barely sparing the guy a glance as he nodded and slipped into the driver’s seat. Liam and Cameron were already walking ahead, the pulse of club music growing louder with every step we took toward the entrance of LeVert.
We didn’t wait in lines. We didn’t need to.
The line stretched around the block, filled with people trying to look like they belonged. Glitter. Skin. Loud laughs that reeked of insecurity. We bypassed all of it. I pulled the black VIP pass from my jacket. The rope was already parting, the bouncer nodding in quiet recognition.
Then I heard it.
A voice—tiny, but loud, sharp, and unmistakably pissed.
"Hey, you guys can’t just cut in front of us like that!" the girl called out, her tone slicing clean through the chatter. "We’ve been standing here for thirty minutes!"
I turned, brows raised, mildly curious.
She stood near the front of the line, small but fierce, soft brown eyes burning with irritation, arms crossed tightly over her chest like she was trying to hold in her anger. Her friend looked like she wanted to crawl into the pavement, Her friend tugged at her arm, clearly trying to keep her from escalating.
Didn’t work.
She met my eyes, rebellious and unbothered.