After hours of driving through the city streets, Monica finally pulled her car into a shadowy alley behind a row of unmarked buildings. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she scanned the area.

She had arrived at ‘Night Life,’ a secret club with a sleek black door flanked by two imposing bouncers. Their arms were crossed over broad, muscular chests, eyes alert and unyielding.

Monica swallowed hard, stepped out of her car, and hesitated for a moment before moving toward the ...