Eighty two

Luciens' pov

In the human town,

The Night club partied hard into the dead of the night. loud music drumming into the locals' ears. It was a pity for anyone who had to live with the noise every night.

People cleared the path, and I walked in with a thunderous aura.

Their gazes never left mine. The bouncer didn't hinder my path, letting me have a quick and easy passage.

I headed to the VIP center. Drawing the curtains aside to see the man I had been looking for. Wrapped around another female's arm, their faces digging into one another.

I dragged him off, not bothering to give an explanation to the half-dressed surprised female. Who clutched her nearest wear to her body in defense.

We pulled outside the club house. Stopping at the truck. Throwing his light weight body against the body of the truck. I slammed my fist hard on the truck near his head. It must have created a dent with how hard I hit it.