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A/N: i'm trying to make a playlist but im adding it in at the end <3

Without further adieu, enjoy these chapters...

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DEVI BHATT

I already feel drunk.

"Devi, slow the fuck down- we're on a normal road," Grisha says, trying to hide his stress.

"Sorry," I wince, lifting my foot slightly off the accelerator.

My sweaty hands are gripping the wheel harder than ever as I drive. It's only a 5 minute drive, so I can't really test out the car how I'd like unfortunately.

I see a button and gasp. "You didn't tell me this car was a convertible."

I click it and the ceiling of the car suddenly disappears behind me. Inhaling the crisp night air, I go to change the gear but Grisha's hand stops me.

"Don't move into a higher gear, you're on a regular road," he chuckles. "I can take you for a ride another time."

"Alright, fine," I agree, begrudgingly. I guess I probably shouldn't drive fast here unless I want to kill us both.

We're a minute away, and a sleek white BMW races past us, causing my hair to fly all over. I look over to Grisha, unhappily.

"That's a perfect example of what not to do," he says, pressing a button to bring the ceiling back up.

We're shrouded in loud vibrating music the moment we pull into the car park. I fit into a spot then I finally see the exterior of the club.

"Oh my god..." I trail off in awe of this wild place.

It's as if Lost in the Fire by The Weeknd and Gesaffelstein came to life.

The sign itself is in long bold letters glowing redder than flames. A line of what must be at least a hundred people are queuing just to get in. On the sides of the entrance are two huge torches with live fiery flames lit inside it.

If it's so fancy and extravagant I don't know why Grisha is just wearing that plain shirt and jeans.

The lights glow slowly and sensually almost putting you in a trance the moment you lay eyes on it. The ultimate lure. Bouncers stand at the entrance checking everyone's IDs and reservations.

Before we arrived, the attention was drawn to the club and get in but now heads have turned in the direction of revving engines. Us. I didn't rev the engine, Demyan probably did.

Through the tinted windows I see Demyan, Kai, Sasha and Pasha walk in behind Chanthira without even getting a second glance from the bouncers. If I were in that queue I'd definitely be jealous.

I turn back to Grisha but all I get is an empty passenger seat, making me frown. My door opens so I'm level with someone's crotch.

I tilt my head up and give Grisha a cheesy smile as he holds his hand out which I accept. My hand fits in his perfectly, it looks like it's been devoured in his.

Taking a step out the car in my heels, I feel the eyes of the many zones onto us. When we head for the entrance I feel Grisha come up behind me, but instead of his hand just resting below my back I feel it slide slowly around my waist causing me to stiffen. My stomach twists and I feel my skin grow hot where I feel us touching.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Holding my wife," he says, unwaveringly.

"You mean fiancee?" I correct, not letting him have it. I angle myself into him slightly.