Sade's Addiction

Another hit

As I stepped outside, the pulsating bass of the club receded behind me, leaving only a faint echo of laughter and hedonism. The night was still young, but I could feel the weight of my mission pressing onto my shoulders. It was thrilling, electrifying—yet it was laced with danger, grounding me with a sense of urgency.

Cortez's words echoed in my mind: *"I need you to handle something for me..."* The adrenaline coursing through my veins was the mixture of excitement and fear that came from walking this fine line between the thrill of the hunt and the risk of getting caught up in something darker than I ever anticipated.

The evening had started like any other, with hopes of distraction swirling around my head. I had put on my best attire—a tight red dress that hugged every curve, a sexy declaration to the world that I was not just a girl, but a force to be reckoned with. My heels clicked against the pavement rhythmically as I walked slowly around the parking lot, searching for my car.

But the vision of Tahj McMillan remained seared into my mind. He was everything I hadn't expected; cocky, charming, and decidedly dangerous. The way his eyes danced with intrigue as we shared a moment was intoxicating. I had only meant to observe, to blend in unnoticed, yet there was something magnetic about Tahj that drew me in like a moth to flame.

"Focus, Sade," I whispered to myself as I slid into my car, the leather seats cool against my skin. The engine hummed to life, and I shifted into drive, pushing the thoughts of him aside for the moment.

As I cruised down the main road leading back towards home, the high from the club pulsed through me. The city lights glimmered like a sea of stars, illuminating the night with opportunities waiting to be seized. I would need every ounce of that energy to execute Cortez's plan.

I drove past blocks that had both charm and trouble lurking around every corner. The universe seemed to shift in the air around me as if it were whispering secrets, urging me to be careful, to remain vigilant. I couldn't afford to let my guard down—even for a moment.

Once I reached home, I parked in the driveway and sat quietly for a moment, staring at the darkened porch of my house. There was a sense of normalcy about this place that was oddly comforting yet suffocating at the same time. I was caught between two worlds—one where I was simply Sade, a woman just trying to make her way, and the other where I was a complex pawn in Cortez's violent game.

As I stepped inside, the silence enveloped me like a cloak. I flipped on the lights, casting a bright glow across the living room cluttered with my life—a controlled chaos of shoes in disarray and pillows tossed about the couch. It was a stark contrast to the pristine, polished environment of Cortez's world.

With a sigh, I tossed my purse on the couch, the gun inside a constant reminder of my darker dealings. I made my way to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water. The cool liquid slid down my throat, helping to quench the heat build-up from the club. My phone buzzed against the table, and it startled me out of my thoughts.

I picked it up to see a text message from Cortez: **"How did it go?"**

I paused, fingers hovering over the screen before typing back: **"It went well. Got close to him."**

A moment later, his response popped up: **"Good. Keep it up. Report back in the morning."**

I sighed and put the phone down, still wrestling with this burden I had taken on. My mind sunk deeper into thought, drifting back to the stolen moments on the dance floor with Tahj.

*Why did I let myself get so close to him?*

Yet I couldn't deny the pull he had on me. Underneath the surface of this mission lay a primal thrill—an attraction that stirred something deep within me. In those few minutes, he had made me forget about the darkness inside my life.