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“There’s Marco.” Mila waves at someone above us, her smile widening.

She might say nothing is going on with her and Marco, but as I look up at the balcony on the second floor and see him smiling back at her, I’m not so sure.

Above us, Marco is leaning on the railing, flanked by the Sigma Sin Kings of Hell.

Declan is on his left, looking amused as always, likely feeding on the innocent souls the moment they step through the door.

Directly to Marco’s right is Kole, sipping a drink, appearing just as bored as Teal. His eyes find minethe second I look up, and I might as well be staring into the soul of the devil as a chill shimmies up my spine.

Next to Kole are Maddox and Asher. Liam told me they pledged two years ago after Patience’s brother was put in the hospital, so they’re newer members. Maddox and Asher laugh amongst each other, which makes them seem somewhat approachable compared to the rest of the group looking down on us, even if I know they aren’t.

And finally, at the end is the reason I’m here—Braxton Westwood, Liam’s brother.

His attention is on me the moment I look up. He’s two years younger than Liam, but basically his twin. He has the same Westwood glow from being born and raised with money. Whiskey-brown eyes as light as his hair and a chiseled jaw that clenches when he spots me.

Guilt rises with the bile in my throat the longer I stare at Brax. He and Liam were close, and if my run-in with Declan and Kole is any indication, he doesn’t know his brother is dead yet.

Brax tips his head to the side, motioning to the staircase as he lifts off the railing.

“You good?” Patience asks, leaning closer, her attention also on Brax.

“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m going to go have a chat with him.”

“Text if you need me.” She holds up her phone. “I’m going to keep an eye on those two in the meantime.”

She glances over at where Mila’s dragged Teal to the bar, and the bartender is handing them shots.

“Good luck.”

Patience rolls her eyes. “Same.”

She brushes past me, squeezing my hand as she passes, and I try to bury the anxiety welling up as I push through the crowd to the bottom of the staircase.

Upstairs is off-limits, and it’s made clear by the initiates guarding the bottom steps. They only part for Brax as he makes his way down.

“Bold move, Vi.” Brax crosses his arms over his chest, his teeth clenching as he stops in front of me.

“What is?”

“You can’t just dump my brother and then show up to party.” He lets out an annoyed chuckle. “Besides, you never came to these when you were together. Not sure what makes you think you’re welcome now.”

“Dumped him?” I’m shaking my head, unsure if it’s the music or if I’m not hearing him correctly.

“Don’t pull that shit.”

“I’m not.” My eyebrows pinch. “What are you talking about?”

Brax digs his phone from his pocket, skimming through it, and then turning it around so I can read the texts on the screen.

Brax:Where are you at?

Liam:I won’t make it tonight.

Brax:What the fuck?

Liam:Vi left me, stupid bitch.

Brax:Then come party. More than enough pussy to go around here.

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