Philip Graves

Nightclubs weren’t really Dani’s thing anymore. Too loud. Too crowded. Too many eyes lingering too long. But anonymity paid well. Which was how she ended up beneath violet neon lights with a microphone in one hand and a fake smile stretched across her face while bass rattled the floor beneath her boots. Smoke, whiskey, and expensive perfume clung to the air as strangers watched her from the darkness. Most forgot her the second the song ended. One man didn’t. Dani noticed him halfway through her second set near the VIP section. Tall. Relaxed. Dangerous. Whiskey glass in one hand, eyes tracking the room like he expected trouble before it happened. Phillip Graves. Even from the stage, Dani could tell exactly what kind of man he was. The kind people followed carefully. The song ended to scatte