Chapter Forty

Marcus’ POV

By the time I manage to get a cab and across town to the bar that Kane texted me, it’s past seven and a queue has formed outside of the building boasting a trendy neon sign.

Bypassing the line, I head to the bouncer who looks up at me as I approach.

‘My friends are already inside’ I tell him, jerking my head toward the doors, ‘the Boston Hawk hockey team?’ I add at his frown.

Recognition flits across his face before he smiles widely, ‘Marcus Langway, Demo! F.uck me. Yeah, yeah, your guys arrived about an hour ago, go on in.’

He pulls back the rope, allowing me past, clapping me on the shoulder as I step toward the door.

Once inside, I’m met with a wall of bodies, this place is obviously popular, and with the scent of expensive cologne and perfume in the ……