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cornered. But what could I do? I'd die before going back to prison. And Mr. Spencer deserved revenge for what he did to me. The years Kayla and I could've spent together were taken away.
     
    “I'll do it, Mayor.”
     
    “Wonderful!” He clinked his glass against mine. “I'm glad we could come to an agreement.”
     
    I drank the last of the whiskey and left the limo. I thought the only thing I had to worry about was getting Kayla back. But now life had gotten more complicated.

Chapter Six

Kayla

That first night at Club Sound was exactly what I needed with Lily. Dancing and drinking the night away until Rebel was just a distant memory. It was so much fun that I didn't even remember walking back to my place and sleeping in the same bed.
     
    I woke up to a hammering headache. I poked Lily to get up but she just rolled over and groaned. It took some convincing and Lily finally got out of bed and dragged herself home.
     
    But one night wasn't enough. The distraction helped keep my mind off Rebel and his rock-hard abs. I called Lily and she answered in the shower. I barely got to ask about going back to the club when she enthusiastically answered yes.
     
    My hangover be damned.
     
    Lily showed up at my door wearing the sluttiest thing ever. A tight black dress with a plunging neckline of straps that showed off all of her tits. “Trying to send out a message tonight, Lily?”
     
    “Yeah, my legs are open for business. I haven't been laid in a week and I desperately need a man.”
     
    My mind flashed back to Rebel taking me in my bedroom. I could still feel his sweaty skin sticking to mine as he pumped in and out. It gave me goosebumps all over my arms.
     
    “Where did you find that sexy dress?” Lily asked, twirling me around. I picked out a short red off-the-shoulder that didn't show as much skin as Lily but still made me look really good. “You're going to be fighting off the men tonight.”
     
    Not exactly what I had in mind.
     
    We took a cab over to Club Sound which was the only place of its kind in Saint Marks. The building used to be an old meat-packing plant that they converted. Outside, a red carpet with a line of men were waiting to get in. Girls didn't have to wait in line so we strolled right by the bouncer.
     
    “Hey Mama” by David Guetta was blasting through the speakers. The bass rumbled through my chest as Lily led me through the crowd and to the bar. She ordered us two watermelon mojitos and I stood to the side and watched the crowd dance.
     
    “Here you are,” Lily yelled over the noise.
     
    I tasted the watermelon through the straw and instantly felt good. Lily tossed the straw and gulped the entire drink down. I copied her but couldn't handle all the liquid. Lily laughed and almost blew snot through her nose. Tonight was going to get crazy.
     
    The DJ mixed in Rihanna's “Cheers.” “This song is my jam!” Lily screamed at me. She had to get out there and shake her ass.
     
    The dance floor was a large wooden square set in the middle with the DJ raised up at a station in the front. Green lasers beamed through the club. The floor was packed like sardines and it took us awhile to cram our way to the middle. But once we got there, Lily and I let loose. I acted like I was the only one out there dancing, swaying my hips side to side to the beats.
     
    A hand rested on my waist, squeezing my hips from behind. I imagined that it was Rebel grinding up against me, his hard manliness pressed between my cheeks. But Rebel wasn't here. My eyes shot open and I spun around to find a stranger behind me. He had a dirty mustache that reminded me of the gross Sheriff Buckley.
     
    “Don't touch me,” I yelled, tearing his hand off my side.
     
    The man pulled me close to him. “Come on, baby, just one dance. An ass like yours can't be ignored.” I struggled in his grasp but couldn't escape. I glanced over at Lily and she came to my aid.
     
    “Get your fucking hands off her, you creep.” She