**Turf**

Eight hours ago.

Lucas hadn’t even bothered to check if the tires were fine from how fast and roughly he was driving when he pulled into the private partking lot. He turned off the ignition, climbed out, and slammed the door harder than necessary, the sound cracking through the evening.

The neon lights from the club flickered against his car as he stalked toward the entrance. The bouncer at the door recognized him immediately and stepped aside without a word.

Inside, the place ...