Bethany's Pov.
"I understand."
And I did. I mean, I had to. I didn't have much of a choice.
When we got out of the elevator, we were greeted by bouncers who searched the couple ahead of us but just bowed when it was our turn to be searched, letting us go in peacefully.
I looked up to his face, wanting to ask why, but the cold, stern look that sat pretty against his features told me all I needed to know and more.
They knew him. They respected him. But bowing to VIPs? Didn't think clubs worked that way.
As soon as we stepped into the club, I raised my hands to my ears, expecting them to be blasted with excruciatingly loud music, but brought them down when I saw a bar instead. A bar and the biggest coat closet I have ever seen I'm my life.
It was three times the size of the one we used at the pack house.
"Is the club hidden, or are we early?" I couldn't help but ask Trist while we headed to the bar counter.
