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Giselle and Shelby laugh their asses off, then we lick the salt from our hands and down our shots. The chilled, clear liquid burns down my throat, and I want to gag, but I hold it down then quickly suck on the lime wedge to take away the bite. We slam our glasses on the table and all let out a little cough. I immediately fill the glasses again and hand them to my friends for another drink. After we repeat the process two more times, my buzz is starting to take effect.
    Shelby is dragging on my arm, “Come on! I’ve gotta dance before it kills me.”
    I hold up my finger then look at the dance floor. It’s packed with men and women grinding against each other. The sexual energy is radiating from every pore of their bodies. I need more courage before I go down there and immerse myself into the lusty world.
    “One more shot. I need one more shot before I can go down there.”
    The three of us cheers one more time then make our way toward the crowded dance floor. As I walk closer, I can feel my night going drastically different all of a sudden. There’s something about to pull me down and take over my very existence. What that something is, though, I have no idea.
     
     
     
    J ason
    The ten o’clock hour rolls around when I make my way to my favorite gold mine. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m finally home in Miami. I’ve spent the last year getting my latest nightclub up and running in the trendy meatpacking district in New York City. Two months before the doors opened, I was ready to take a match to the entire building, saying good riddance to my money, time, and energy. It’s not like I need the cash, but I don’t pussy out on something I want. Therefore, when the club was done and opening night was a success, I took off to my hometown. I came back to the only place I call home; regardless of how long I’m gone.
    As I pull up to the front entrance, I can see at least one hundred people waiting to get in. Of course there are. This is Toxic—the hottest nightclub in the greater Miami area—and it’s mine. The decades nights are always a huge hit with the partiers, and for some weird reason, people like to dress like idiots and dance to horrible eighties music. Hey, I’m not complaining; it’s because of their need to be idiots my millions keep piling up.
    I’m proud of Toxic. It’s my baby, the first club I built from the ground up. It will always be my favorite and the hottest. Of all the clubs I own, this one will never fail. I’ve put so much blood and sweat into this place I literally have become a part of it.
    When I turned eighteen, the best thing I could have done was become a bartender at a nightclub. I learned very quickly the ins and outs of the business. Two years later, my mentor took me under his wing, teaching me all there is to know at becoming a successful club owner. A year later, I got a loan from the bank and the birth of Toxic began.
    Opening night skyrocketed me to the masses, and it seemed like overnight it was one of the most popular places to hang. The next thing I knew, I was able to pay off my bank loan, brushing elbows with celebrities and raking in the cash. I was a millionaire by the time I was twenty-five, and then I started to really grow my empire.
    Cain Management Group grew immensely, and the business expanded throughout the state of Florida to Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and most recently, New York City. Not too bad for a kid left abandoned on the streets and raised in the foster system.
    As a kid, I bounced around from home to home, never counting on anything permanent. When I got a little older, I was still moving between homes and eventually did a stint in juvenile detention for beating the shit out of the man who lived with the lady who had taken me in.
    Mostly, people took in troubled kids like me because it was a steady paycheck from the state. They never gave a shit what I did, or me for that matter. If I was too out of control, they sent me packing on to the next