A Dance with Danger

Chapter fourty-Eight

**Estelle’s POV** 

The club was alive with energy. The deep bass of the music pulsed through the walls, vibrating through the floor beneath my heels. The flashing neon lights cast a sultry glow over the crowd, illuminating the sea of moving bodies. 

I took a deep breath, letting the electric atmosphere settle over me. It had been a long time since I’d been out like this, surrounded by music, luxury, and the promise of a wild night. 

The VIP section was ours for the night—courtesy of Tiberius and his Amex Black Card. Plush velvet seats surrounded a sleek glass table, where an array of top-shelf bottles gleamed under the lights. The moment we arrived, a server dressed in all black approached, ready to cater to our every need. 

Rielly flopped onto the couch, grabbing a glass of champagne. “Now this,” she said, stretching her legs out, “is how you do a girls’ night out.” 

Olivia slid into the seat beside her, tossing her honey-brown curls over her shoulder. “Agreed. We look too good not to be in VIP.” 

Harmony, ever the composed one, took her time, crossing her legs gracefully as she poured herself a drink. “I just want to dance,” she said, her emerald green dress catching the light as she leaned back. “And maybe have a little fun while we’re at it.” 

I smirked, taking a sip of my drink. “No maybe about it. We’re having fun tonight.” 

As if on cue, Rielly grabbed my hand, dragging me onto the dance floor. The music shifted to a sultry beat, the kind that made your body move before your mind caught up. 

We lost ourselves in the rhythm, our bodies swaying, our skin flushed from the heat of the crowd. The energy was intoxicating—pure, unfiltered freedom. 

It wasn’t long before we were joined by a group of guys who had been watching us from the bar. One of them, tall and confident, reached for my hand, offering a lazy smile. 

I didn’t stop him, but I also didn’t encourage him. Instead, I let him hover—close enough to show he was interested, but not enough to make me care. I wasn’t here for him. 

I was here for me. 

For us. 

Olivia and Harmony danced with their own admirers, while Rielly, true to her wild nature, had already abandoned the dance floor in favor of the bar, chatting up the bartender with a flirtatious tilt of her head. 

The night stretched on, a blur of laughter, drinks, and music. It was perfect. 

Until my phone buzzed. 

I barely glanced at it, expecting it to be a check-in text from Tiberius. But when I saw the screen, a chill ran through me. 

UNKNOWN NUMBER: You look beautiful tonight, Estelle.

My heart skipped a beat. I swallowed hard, glancing around the club, suddenly hyper-aware of the people around me. 

Who the hell was watching me? 

I turned, scanning the crowd, but no one stood out. Everyone was lost in their own world, dancing, drinking, laughing. 

“Estelle?” Harmony’s voice broke through my thoughts. “You okay?” 

I forced a smile, slipping my phone back into my clutch. “Yeah,” I said, shaking off the unease. “I just need another drink.” 

She didn’t look convinced, but before she could press further, Olivia grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the bar.