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other.  I’m laughing my head off.  A few times a couple of guys try to dance with us, but we are just too wild and they nonchalantly scamper away.
    Something hits my back.  An elb ow, I think.  I go to turn, and an entire herd of bodies collides with me.  Even over the loud music, screams, yells, and curses echo and bounce off the walls.  I lose my balance and topple over, landing on the people behind me.  Body heat, sweat, and anger boil around me as I flail on the floor like others trying to get up.  The mob, not like the one my father belongs to, but rather a reckless, panicked riot, presses forward.
    Clarissa shouts to me , and I see her reaching for me over the throng of people.  Her face is panicked. I’m being stepped on.  The pain of shoes imprinting their marks on my legs increases my terror.  Someone’s boot crushes my hand, and I shriek in pain.  A pointy dress shoe kicks me in my rib cage.  Someone’s knee crashes into my head.  I’m stunned.  I roll over and try to push myself up, but I can’t get my footing.  As soon as I try, someone pushes me down.  It’s tough to breathe.  I’m being crushed.
    Clarissa is wedged in the crowd, unable to get to me.  I can see her from my horrifying position on the floor, but there seem to be miles between us.  We stare at each other, deathly afraid.
    My hand goes to my head because it throbs.  My legs are twisted beneath me.  Another person falls and lands on my back.  I yelp in pain and feel my back bend awkwardly. After all I have been through and endured, I’m going to be a nightclub statistic.  Joey’s training didn’t prepare me for this: getting trampled wasn’t in the curriculum.
    Clarissa’s face changes.  She looks oddly happy.  Two hands wrap around my waist, and I am hoisted up.  The crowd moves, and I am pushed to the exit.  People move aside for my captor.
    “Don’t worry Erin, I’m going to get you out of here .” A voice travels to my ear. 
    Brice! What is he doing here?
    For t he century I was on the floor, it is only seconds before I’m outside in the night air.  My breath rattles in my chest, not sure if it wants in or out. I pant uncontrollably.  Brice sets me down, but doesn’t let me go.  He forcibly puts me into a car. He rips open the car door in front of him and I clip the top of my head on the door jam, but he doesn’t apologize. I begin to worry.
    I lift my head. I’m in Brice’s limousine. As it hastily zooms away from the club, I’m thrown against the back seat.  Brice sits across from me.
    “What about Clarissa?!” I choke out , fear and panic still rampant through my veins.
    “Joey will get to her,” he says with n o emotion.  His face changes, he grins and his eyes darken.
    “You’re a hard woman to get alone,” he offers and trails his eyes down to my lap.
    I glance down and my dress is wrapped high and tight around my thighs, almost to my hips.  My legs are covered in smudges, scuffs, and darkening bruises.  I shift quickly and pull the dress down as far as it will go to cover myself.
    This is wrong!   My conscience screeches painfully in the back of my skull.  Something is off!   My mind tells me.
    “Would you care for a drink?” he asks, with fake cordiality.
    He holds up a cut crystal glass with a dark liquid sloshing inside.  “You must be thirsty after that mess.”
    An unsecured drink!  Don’t touch it! Now Vito is in my head.
    “No, thank you,” I say on the edge of my breath.  “Please take me back.  I want to see Clarissa and Joey.”
    “Come on, have a drink, ” Brice encourages.
    “No, thank you,” I re peat.  I look out the window; we’re headed to the highway.  “I really need to get back to the club.”
    “Erin, things will go much more smoothly and be more enjoyable if you just cooperate.” He’s oddly disappointed.
    “I’m not sure what you mean, but I ’d like you to take me back to the club.”
    Brice’s face is mysteriously stony and