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The crowds gathered pilling into the club it was the busiest any of them had ever seen it. The music pumping. Damien walked passed Helena touching her ass. She looked at him disgusted, he winked at her. She turned walking away. He placed his hand on Stacey’s face his lips touching hers, kissing her.

He moved away and smiled his hand dropping off her face before he walked away

Stacey walked over to Helena before they walked over to the bar.

‘What’s up girls?’

‘Can’t you do anything about him?’

‘We can’t?’

‘And that?’

They all looked over at Damien who had lowered Alena down onto the table kissing her, his tongue in her mouth.

‘I can’t!’ Exodus said angered, defeated.

‘Why not? She’s yours isn’t she?’

‘Not anymore. She’s his. I can’t kill him, he owns this place.’

‘He’s a freak.

‘Calm down Red. She’ll be fine, as long as she plays it safe.’