“That’s a promise, huh?” Verus asked, clearly amused. I just glared at him. He knew I was dead serious. “Agreed,” he replied, his eyes narrowing, suddenly somber.

“First, we need to get my car before we go anywhere,” I told him, thinking of the small arsenal I had waiting in the trunk of the car. “Yours will attract too much attention.”

Verus nodded, twisting the key of his yellow convertible, as the engine roared to life. “Is it near the club?” Verus asked, talking about The Mirage.

“A few blocks down,” I replied, watching the scenery pass, thinking of Zac and hoping he was still alive. We didn’t have time....