Cindi’s voice had caught Lucius’ attention earlier that night. Ronnie’s third and last set of the night was supposed to start soon, and Lucius couldn’t wait to see it. He’d enjoyed the first two and could see why Ronnie was considered the top performer at Cindi’s. Turning to look at Cindi, Lucius noticed the fear and panic in the club owner’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Has something happened to Ronnie?” “We don’t know. He’s gone.” Lucius shot to his feet and shoved through the crowd to the door leading backstage. As he arrived at Ronnie’s dressing room, so did Tomas and Andrew. The latter sported a split lip and a huge bruise on his cheek, along with a ripped dress. “The senator took Ronnie,” Tomas yelled. “Fuck.” Lucius wanted to punch something, but he managed to keep his anger under control. “I should’ve known something like that would happen. He accosted Ronnie outside our apartment this morning. He wasn’t happy Ronnie’d moved in with me.” “What do we do?”
