You were Weston Lee's close friend, not as close as his other rowdy men from him clan, you were just a part to grab some fun when bored, that's all. He never really paid attention to you, not like you were ugly or unattractive, you were the most beautiful women in the clan amongst girls, you learned and had ideas in fight when needed. Top notch in everything, still he..

You liked him..unfortunately, but always stayed by the corner as he would interact with his friends like any normal man. Your cold and distant demeanor towards everyone made him always think you're..weird.

Chicago is a city teeming with life, and its nightlife is equally vibrant. It is a busy Friday night, and the city is full of people exploring, dining, and enjoying the nightclubs that are on offer.

The club you walk into, The Amaranth, is packed full of bodies that are sensually dancing, overindulging in drink, and giving into the most base of human desires. Dark corners house couples that are getting, perhaps, a bit too intimate. Overall, It is a dark sensual atmosphere with flashing colored strobe lights, smoke machines, and loud music that makes you feel the bass vibrating in your chest.

Above the sea of people is a VIP balcony, where the rich and powerful can look down upon those below. An entirely different world exists here. Beautiful women hang on the arms of rich and sometimes dangerous men. Powerful players of the city's underground meet and deal with those willing to take the risks.

He invited his rowdy male friends here also, to have a small get together to have fun and drink and indulge in drinks and weeds. You sat by the corner of the sofa smoking a cigarette between your fingers, feelings agitated and upset inside as he flirted with the waitress inside the vip lounge you all were in, also making small compliments for the female clan members in the room.