The club was packed, but Lynn's presence silenced the room like a queen stepping into war.
She didn't come to party.
She came to burn it down.
Beside her, Lwandile walked like a shadow with a heartbeat — deadly, silent, watching everything.
> "Thabiso's in the VIP lounge," Sindi whispered in Lynn's ear. "He's got two guards. Maybe more."
Lynn smiled coldly. "Then we better not knock. We walk in like we own the place."
They headed upstairs.
The guards tried to stop them.
Lwandile flashed his gun. "Try me."
They didn't.
Inside, Thabiso sat with his usual arrogance, swirling dark liquor in his glass like he ruled the city.
> "Ahh, little Lynn," he said, not even standing. "Come to cry about your headlines?"
She didn't reply.
She walked straight up to him and slapped him — hard.
The whole room froze.
> "That's for betraying your own blood," she spat.
He laughed. "Don't be naive. Loyalty doesn't exist in this world. Only leverage."
> "Then let's talk leverage," Lynn said, tossing a file on the table. "Bank statements. Voice notes. Photos. Enough to destroy you."
Thabiso stopped laughing.
Lwandile stepped beside her. "She's not bluffing."
Lynn leaned in.
> "You should've killed me when you had the chance."
Before Thabiso could respond, she turned and walked out like fire trailing behind her.
Back at the car, her hands trembled just slightly.
Lwandile noticed.
> "You okay?" he asked.
"I will be," she whispered. "I just didn't expect it to hurt."
> "It always hurts," he said. "That's how you know it's real."
She looked at him, eyes soft for once.
> "Do you think I'm a monster?" she asked.
He stepped closer.
> "No," he said. "I think you're the only honest one in a city full of liars."
Then, just like that, he pulled her into him and kissed her — not like a gangster, not like a bodyguard — but like a man in love with someone dangerous, someone beautiful, someone unforgettable.
And this time… she kissed him back like she meant it.
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