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grunts and turns up the radio to a newer song I’ve never heard before.
    Asshole. Dick. Motherfucker. He has no idea. None! He has balls to call me naïve. We just freaking met! No wonder he’s single. Wait, is he single? He probably is if he makes comments like that to women.
    We head through Knoxville to get to the club area. The lights and traffic make my heart beat faster with excitement. It feels big to me, but then I came from a small town. We don’t have all the people and busyness unless you head to one of the cities.
    Everyone is so supportive of the Tennessee Vols. It reminds me of home and all the football fans around Austin with the Longhorns. I can’t wait until I have some free time to check out the museums and the farmer’s market right by the college.
    We end up at an area that has a bunch of shoebox-sized clubs and stop in front of the largest. The building is a dark grey color, and has a large silver sign that says ‘OO7’ with lights illuminating it.
    Wrapped from the front entrance to around the building is a long line of people. Everyone waiting is dressed to the nines, with the majority focused on their phones.
    After circling the lot a few times, we eventually park. Tate hops out, rounding the vehicle quickly to open my door for me.
    I hesitate only a moment when he reaches for me, and then I grasp his hand to let him help me climb down from the raised SUV. At least he has some manners.
    Avery happily loops her arm through mine and we practically run to keep up with Cameron and Tate’s long-legged pace. Avery hobbles like she may break her ankle in her gorgeous, high shoes. I love her outfit but I would probably kill myself in those shoes.
    She leans in, eyes lit up with mischief and starts whispering in my ear. Her nose bumps into me a few times; she’s so close it makes me chuckle.
    “My God, Emily, I about died when you asked him if he has a personality disorder!” Avery whisper-yells, “Cameron’s face was so red from holding his laugh in, he looked like a fat tomato! I thought Tate was going to explode.” She flails her arms with mine in tow, “He looked like he wanted to rip someone’s head off! You are freaking crazy and the sexual tension between you guys is insane!” She giggles, but I don’t like what she’s implying. I am so not going there with Tate Masterson!
    Rolling my eyes, I grumble, “Ha, sexual tension my ass, he’s a jerk face that needs to relax a little. I would not let that man have sex with me, no matter how hot I think he is. He’s infuriating!”
    She grins big and then squeals, “I knew you thought he was hot!”
    “Shhh!” I quickly check to make sure the guys didn’t hear her, but they are walking ahead, deep in their own conversation. “That’s all you heard out of that?”
    Shrugging, she smiles and gestures for me to look forward. We finally make it to the entrance after our trek through the parking lot. Avery and I step up on the curb, me helping her so she doesn’t fall over and I glance up at the building again. The sign appears huge and almost magnetizing up close.
    I’m guessing that apparently Tate knows the guys up front because he’s heading right for them. Maybe we’ll get lucky and get to bypass this long line.
    There are three tall, largely built men dressed in black, whom I’m assuming are the bodyguards or door guys. One normal-sized guy in the middle is dressed in a sharp black suit with a strong nose and short black scruff on his face. He oozes money and self-confidence. The suit guy turns to Tate and nods at him.
    “Luka, moy braat (my brother).”
    Whoa! What is that? That sounded so sexy!
    “Viktor,” Tate rolls out in his deep, raspy voice and nods back.
    He doesn’t stop, just walks right in. We all shuffle in, close behind Tate. As we get through the door, I hear the men start talking in a language I don’t understand. With the music, it’s hard for me to really catch any piece of it.
    Making our way into OO7,