Chapter 32

　　It had been a while since Roman had been in a club. Between working, revenge, his father and Evelyn, there wasn't any time left over for anything else.

　　There were queues outside the club when he got out of the taxi but he ignored them to walk to the front.

　　And he ignored Phillip's grin when he met him at the door. That man had been doing that a lot lately and it was getting on his nerves.

　　"Good evening, sir," one of the doormen said as they opened the door for him.

　　He nodded and walked in. It took a moment to adjust to the light and loud music. This place looked like a typical club - grinding bodies on the dancefloor and along the walls. Fuck knew what debauchery was hidden in the dim lighting. And Evelyn was somewhere in that crowd doing whatever the hell she wanted.

　　Phillip followed behind him and pointed to a set of stairs. He noticed the balcony above, which seemed less crowded and would probably be a VIP area. He'd have a better vantage point there.