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I turned on the stool and looked over the room again.

The music thudded through the floor, low and heavy, vibrating into my bones. Bodies moved beneath the red lights. Laughter drifted from the bar. Somewhere behind us, someone shouted, and a chorus of drunken cheers answered.

However, Tyran Callahan was nowhere to be found.

The bartender came back with our drinks. Kai pulled out a stack of bills. “Don’t worry, hon. The boys over there paid for the lady and for you.”

We shared a look. He grimaced, but I smiled, took my drink, and lifted it in the air.

“Cheers,” I mouthed, then turned toward my best friend and added, “To bad decisions.”

“To your inevitable death by the mobster.”

Kai raised his glass and we clinked our glasses, then drank them empty.

I laughed.

“He’s not going to murder anyone.”

A deep voice sounded behind me. “That depends.”

My entire body went still while Kai’s eyes widened.

I slowly turned around and Tyran Callahan stood over me like a thunder cloud.

His gaze traveled over me slowly. Starting at my blood-red five-inch heels, up my bare legs that were suddenly sporting goose bumps, over my red dress, and then stopping on my wig.

Then his eyes narrowed and he locked eyes with me. “Hello, Sienna.”

My stomach dropped and I swallowed.

“Hi.”

His gaze flicked toward Kai before returning to me. “You’re banned from all my clubs.”

“No way.” I lifted my empty glass, wishing it was full so I could quench my suddenly dry mouth. “If it makes you feel better, I’m Madam Sienna tonight.”

Jesus Christ, where did that come from?

His expression darkened and he stepped closer.

“I think it’s time for a harsher lesson for you, little blondie.”

“Not a blondie.” I twirled my dark strands and smiled stupidly. “See, dark hair.”

Kai muttered beside me, “We’re going to die.”

“Did you miss me?”

He stared at me and tension stretched between us, threatening to snap like a rubber band. It would hurt like a bitch, and yet I kept smiling.

He reached up, caught a strand of my wig between two fingers, and tugged gently.

The wig shifted. “I like you better blonde.”

My stomach fluttered.

My voice was a breathless whisper. “You do?”