The nightclub pulsed with violent energy.

Heavy bass shook the walls while flashing purple and crimson lights swept across the packed dance floor in restless waves. The scent of alcohol, perfume, smoke, and sweat mixed heavily in the air as bodies moved beneath the deafening music.

Damian and Twenty stepped through the VIP entrance while security immediately parted ways for them.

The moment Damian entered, attention shifted naturally.

Women glanced over instinctively. Some openly stared while others whispered behind drinks, their eyes following him through the club.

Tonight, Damian wore an all black outfit consisting of a fitted long sleeve shirt with the sleeves folded slightly past his wrists, dark pants, and polished black boots. A silver chain rested loosely against his chest while his dark hair framed his already unreal face perfectly beneath the flashing lights.

Beside him, Twenty carried his usual confidence. Chains hung around his neck while several people around the club recognized him immediately.

"Yo! Twenty!"

"Twenty in the building!"

Hands stretched toward him as they walked through the club, but Damian barely paid attention.

His eyes had already landed on a table near the center lounge.

Seven young women sat there, beautifully dressed to attract attention.

Exactly what he needed.

Twenty traced Damian’s gaze and immediately spotted the targets.

"You serious?" Twenty frowned when Damian suddenly changed directions.

"Trust me," Damian chuckled.

Without waiting, he walked directly toward the women.

The group immediately quieted the moment he approached. One of the girls nearly choked on her drink after getting a proper look at his face up close.

Damian smiled as pink mist spread silently from his body.

[Sovereign of Lust Title Activated]

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

The girls’ expressions softened almost unnaturally while their pupils dilated slightly.

Every movement Damian made suddenly looked mesmerizing while every glance felt intimate.

"Ladies," Damian greeted smoothly. "Mind if I interrupt?"

"No!" one of them answered too quickly before blushing heavily.

The others immediately glared at her.

Damian chuckled softly.

"That eager to get rid of me already?"

Laughter erupted around the table instantly.

One of the brunettes crossed her legs slowly while staring directly into his eyes.

"That depends. Are you buying drinks?"

Damian placed a hand dramatically against his chest.

"I’m wounded."

Again, they laughed.

Even the more reserved girls found themselves smiling without restraint.

Twenty stood several feet away watching everything unfold with narrowed eyes.

"This motherfucker..."

It had not even been two minutes.

Damian leaned casually against the table.

"Actually, I came over because of my friend."

The girls finally noticed Twenty standing nearby.

"You see him?" Damian asked calmly. "Tonight is important for him."

The women listened attentively while Damian lowered his voice slightly.

"I need you all to make him feel like the most important man in the world tonight."

The girls exchanged glances.

"And what do we get?" one asked teasingly.

Damian smiled slowly.

"If you do a good job..." he briefly pulled out his phone before sliding it back into his pocket. "Maybe I’ll give you my number."

The effect was immediate.

"Oh my God."

"You’re evil."

"That’s manipulation."

"But it’s working," another girl laughed.

Damian straightened fully.

"So?"

The women rose almost immediately.

"Lead the way."

Twenty’s eyes widened slightly as Damian returned with the entire group behind him.

The moment they reached the VIP table, chaos began. Five out of the seven women immediately flocked toward Twenty.

One slid beside him and hooked an arm around his shoulder.

Another leaned against his chest while laughing at something he had not even finished saying. One sat dangerously close to his thigh while another played with the chains around his neck.

"Wait wait wait," Twenty burst into laughter. "What the fuck is this?"

"You’re funny."

"No, he’s cute."

"Twenty, pour me a drink."

"Your voice is sexy."

The women practically drowned him in attention.

Even his driest jokes somehow earned loud laughter.

Twenty looked completely stunned.

He had asked Damian to help him bag one or two bad bitches, but instead Damian brought him the entire squad.

Meanwhile, Damian sat comfortably at the far side of the booth with two women flanking him closely.

One pressed soft kisses along his neck while the other leaned against his shoulder tracing circles across his chest with her fingers.

Damian barely reacted.

Instead, he simply watched Twenty enjoying himself.

A small smile tugged at his lips.

For the first time in a while, Twenty genuinely looked relaxed.

Drinks kept arriving while the music blasted endlessly.

The entire VIP section grew louder as more people recognized Twenty’s presence and came over to greet him.

Then suddenly—

"MAKE SOME NOISE FOR KING YELLY!"

The DJ’s amplified voice exploded through the nightclub.

The crowd roared instantly.

Bright spotlights swept toward the upper entrance balcony where a tall dark skinned rapper emerged surrounded by security and women. Heavy diamond chains hung around his neck while expensive grills flashed whenever he smiled.

The DJ immediately switched tracks.

King Yelly’s newest song began shaking through the speakers while the energy of the club shifted heavily toward him.

Damian immediately noticed Twenty’s expression darken.

The smile disappeared from his face entirely while his grip tightened around his glass.

Damian leaned slightly toward him.

"What’s wrong?"

Twenty scoffed coldly while staring toward the balcony.

"That’s King Yelly."

Damian raised a brow.

"And?"

"He’s an opp."

That got Damian’s attention as he threw another glance toward King Yelly.

Twenty leaned back while the girls around him quieted slightly after sensing the shift in mood.

"He’s from a rival cartel," Twenty explained calmly. "Same industry. Same city. Same market."

Damian followed his gaze toward the rapper laughing loudly above the crowd.

"He’s basically their version of you," Damian said calmly.

Young.

Rich.

Influential.

Dangerous.

That was Twenty’s reputation and it was also King Yelly’s.

"You got that right." Twenty pulled out his phone and began flipping through his gallery. "Let me show you something."

The comparisons became obvious almost immediately.

Images flooded the screen showing media outlets constantly pushing competition narratives between them. Fanbases fought online endlessly while songs carried subtle shots at one another. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Clearly both sides hated each other deeply.

"And now he decides to show up here," Twenty muttered darkly.

Damian rested back comfortably with a faint smile on his face.

In the past, this kind of beef would have made him nervous because of getting caught in the crossfire.

Now it looked like child’s play to him.

"So what do you want to do about it?"

Twenty stared toward King Yelly for several seconds before a grin slowly spread across his face.

"I wanna ruin his night."

Damian’s eyes glowed faintly beneath the flashing club lights and he smiled.

"Alright."

He picked up his glass calmly.

"Let’s have some fun then."