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The bass thumped hard enough to rattle the glasses on the counter, and the neon lights painted the club in shades of red and electric blue. Axel leaned back in his seat, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp gaze scanning the room. He had that look women always seemed to fall for-danger wrapped in a bad-boy smirk, eyes that burned like he was always up to something. But tonight, something else caught his attention.
Across the room, he noticed her.
Angel.
She sat in a booth with a group that was loud, wild, and unapologetically chaotic. Three guys, two women. Drinks overflowing, laughter cutting through the music. They were the kind who thrived on trouble, but Angel... she was different. She wasn't drinking liquor-just juice. Her posture was guarded, her eyes observant, her smile polite but not reckless like the others. If anything, she looked like she didn't quite belong... yet she stayed close, like they were family.