Too Late, Mr. Player: Watch Me Shine

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vy front door swing open. Keon stumbled inside, reeking of scotch a

ard box out of his way and l

th you at two in the morni

g my sleeve out of his

al belongings. I'm t

over the garage incident, he scoffed and

at the Titan Club tomorrow night. You're com

the floor, a cold smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

own, took a cab to the Titan Club in Midtown, and walked past the

y oak doors, loud laughte

that boring old housewife aroun

man on the Titans who survived

oice drifted out over t

e without me. Toss her a few Hermes bags and

ted inside. My fingers curled around the

idor from the restroom and froze when she saw me s

to them, they've had

, raised a finger to my lips, an

ud bang. The music and laughter died instantly, e

hick wool rug as I walked straight up to the center leather sofa,

s posture and putting on his authoritati

t in? Didn't I tell you t

ass of vodka on the rocks from the table, and flicked my

n his chin. Keon gasped, wiping his eyes in panic, while Mark and

eap loyalty and you

ffee table. Cracks spiderwebbed across the surfa

out and slammed me against the hallw

just told the joke of the year, no

me and who would even spare you a glance? The penthouse, the designer clothes-e

and suddenly w

t, Keon. Nine tomor

me Keon's scornful sneer: "Go on then. Let's see who spoils you the way I do once

Manhattan sidewalk, the night wind cooled my burni

s do

hail a cab, but a sleek black Maybach gli

evealing the sharp, shadowed p

dark, I recognize