Adeline's POV

The club was excessive.

All velvet and chrome, pulsing bass that vibrated through the floor, lights that strobed in time with music loud enough to drown thought.

Private VIP section on the second floor overlooking the main dance floor. Bottle service. Security everywhere.

And strippers. So many strippers.

"This is tradition," Marco explained, grinning as he handed me a drink.

"Combined bachelor-bachelorette party. Gravano style. Everyone celebrates together."

"How ...