Outside the bar, the night air was cold and sharp. Krystal had just stepped out of the opposite bar from Night Crash Bar 2020. Her heels clicked against the pavement, sharp and confident, as she walked toward the main street.
And then she stopped.
There, leaning against a dark black car, was the man from the football field.
The same hot guy who had been with Isabella. The same tall, broad shouldered, devastatingly handsome man who had ignored her completely while staring at Bella like she was the center of the universe.
He was injured now, bandages peeking from beneath his sleeves, his arm held stiffly at his side. But the injuries only made him look more dangerous. More untouchable.
Two other men stood with him. One had a sling on his arm and messy dark hair. The other was quieter, leaner, with gorgeous facial features and watchful blue eyes. They were all handsome, all powerful, all radiating an aura that made ordinary people cross to the other side of the street.
