Odessa POV

“It’s been more than thirty minutes,” I mumbled.

I tapped my foot ferociously, and I threatened to create a hole in my new car.

“I’m going in.”

I kept my eyes on the entrance and acted like the massive bouncer did not exist.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I made it inside without having my arm snapped off by the bouncer.

The air down there was a blend of all sorts of scents. I couldn’t smell Maverick’s scent at all. This place was vibrating. It likely had a bunch ...