For one long second, everyone stared at each other.
Then the guard pointed directly at them.
"Stop right there!"
Juliet's eyes widened.
She immediately grabbed Amara's arm.
"Run."
Neither of them waited for a second warning.
They spun around and bolted deeper into the club.
The sharp clicking of their heels echoed through the luxurious hallway as they sprinted across the marble floor. Behind them, the security guard shouted something, but neither woman bothered listening.
If anything, the shouting only made them run faster.
Unfortunately, neither of them had accounted for one very important detail.
Running in designer heels was significantly harder than it looked in movies.
Juliet nearly twisted her ankle making a turn.
Amara was too busy trying not to fall on her face to maintain any dignity.
They had barely made it around the corner when a hand suddenly grabbed the back of Amara's dress.
Another caught Juliet's sleeve.
Both women yelped.
The force jerked them backward so abruptly that Juliet nearly lost her balance.
Amara stumbled to a stop and immediately dropped her head.
"Well," she muttered, already sounding defeated, "there goes my law-abiding citizen status."
Juliet groaned.
Within moments, more security guards appeared.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed throughout the lobby as several men approached from different directions. One emerged from a side hallway. Another stepped off an elevator. Two more arrived from the main entrance.
Before Juliet and Amara could even consider running again, they found themselves completely surrounded.
Every possible escape route had vanished.
Juliet came to an abrupt stop. Amara nearly walked straight into her back.
For a moment, both women stood frozen in place, slightly breathless from the short chase.
Then they slowly turned to look at each other.
Amara raised an eyebrow.
"See?" she said between breaths. "I told you they wouldn't be this careless."