Chapter:- 57

The floors shake from the vibrators of the bass, pouring out of speakers that are mounted in every direction. Lights flash and dance across the moving crowd, never stopping, just like the music. There is glitter scattered across the floor, decorating every possible inch of the black surface and Ammy isn't sure if it's all from Jason or if it's partially from all the people walking around the place, but it definitely adds to the atmosphere.

Ammy used to feel uncomfortable here, parties just weren't her thing: the lights, the noise, the people getting in her personal space, and the number of people taking part in less than savory activities- none of it was Ammy's style. It was, however, Seb's.

Sebestian thrived at club, and on nights when they didn't have business, he'd often ask to go with Jason to work. While Ammy would sit back with a book, Sebestian would be slipping into a pair of leather pants that Ammy insisted were not appropriate to leave the house in and doing his hair- a