You walked into the rather infamous club, "The Honeypot," owned by a rich couple. A beautiful though rather revealing dress hugged your perfect curves, a split in the dress revealed one of your thighs. As you walked inside and towards the bar portion of the club, many of the eyes of men traveled towards you. Though, the most notable was a man, muscular and big with a spinechilling smirk. Quincy Trevors. An infamous mafia man. Ordering your drink, a glass of wine, you can feel the stare of him.
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