There were two nightclubs on the street, both three stories high and at opposite ends.
The Desperado and the newly opened Goddess.
Romeo had stood outside The Desperado before when Chad was investigating a case.
He’d been inside it, too, when he attended the villains theme night and seduced Chad in the restroom.
He shook his head.He wasn’t thinking about Chad.He had to push him out of his mind.If he went inside The Desperado, he’d relive that night with Chad—he’d buzz with the memory.
Romeo turned away and strolled towards Goddess.
Blue neon lights twisted and twirled out the name of the night club.
Where The Desperado was painted black, Goddess was white.
It was still early in the night, and no queue had formed.
Romeo walked inside unchallenged.
The floor was blue, same as the walls and the ceiling, but the ceiling at least had lights dangling down, surrounded by cutouts of clouds.There were gold chains hanging down, too, glistening as the lights from the dance floor struck them.
There were no tables, but plenty of seating, plastic benches molded into cloud shapes.A neon light guided the way to the toilets, and on either door, a god had been painted.
Zeus and Athena.
Romeo narrowed his gaze at Zeus for a moment before backing out of the corridor and returning to the bar area.A staircase led to the next level and a sign on the wall stated that the floor above was only for those at God and Goddess status, in other words, VIPs.
Romeo moved to the bar.The shelf above the bottles had various props—a bow and arrow, a lightning bolt, a golden apple, wings.All trinkets associated with Greek Gods.
“What can I get you?”
Romeo had been so distracted running his gaze along the props, he hadn’t noticed the barman’s attention on him.
His heart began to thump.
He knew that face.
Black hair, black stubble, dark eyes.
The edge of Romeo’s lips quirked.
It was the face of Chad’s wannabe savior.
Dean, Romeo remembered, and Dean just so happened to be on Romeo’slist.
There was no bias when it came to killing, not for the monster, but for Romeo, there were exceptions, people he’d thought about strangling the life out of and enjoyed the daydream on an intimate level.
“Urm...”Dean snapped his fingers.“Are you with me?”
Romeo blew out a breath, scanning all the bottles on the wall behind.“Just a pint of beer.”
“Don’t I get a please?”
He’d said that before, Romeo remembered, so Romeo replied in the same way he had all those months ago.
“No.You don’t.”
Dean cocked his head.“Coming right up,” He sighed, turning his back on Romeo.
