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... he bullets ended everything.
The rooftop of my flagship club was a temple of excess. Crystal chandeliers floated above an infinity pool that spilled into the black Mediterranean below. The bass line throbbed low and slow, vibrating through the marble floor and into every body on the deck. Champagne flowed like water, the air thick with salt, expensive perfume, and the unmistakable scent of people looking to get fucked.
I moved through the crowd like I owned it—because I did.
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