Chapter 221: Late Night Clubbing
The room was still heavy with sleep when Xavier’s phone buzzed, dragging him out of his dream. He groaned, reached for it, and pressed answer without checking.
"What are you doing?" Angel’s voice slipped through the line.
Xavier rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep. "Doing what people are supposed to do at night."
Angel clicked her tongue. "Must be nice. Sleeping while dumping all the hard work on me."
He let out a tired breath. "So? You call to complain, or you got something useful? And you know you didn’t have to work so late, right? You could continue tomorrow too."
"Relax, I was just teasing you. I am nocturnal. Anyway, I need to talk to you," she said, her tone sharp, almost restless. "But not here. I’ll come pick you up. Be ready in a few minutes." And before he could respond, the line went dead.
Xavier sat there, staring at the ceiling for a moment. He pocketed his phone and dragged himself out of bed, muttering under his breath. The washroom’s cold water stung his face awake, and soon enough he was pulling on a plain black tee and casual pants. By the time he zipped up, his expression was back to calm, but his body still carried the heaviness of sleep.
He opened his door quietly, careful not to wake anyone, but the moment he stepped into the living room, the lights flicked on.
He frowned, glancing at the ceiling, until a soft yawn caught his ear. Lyra stood by her door, rubbing her eyes, her hair a tangled mess from sleep.
"Where are you going this late?" she asked, her voice small but curious.
Xavier paused, then gave her the kind of half-answer that carried weight but no detail. "I need to finish some business. I’ll be back before morning."
Lyra squinted against the light, her hair all messy, eyes half-shut. She leaned against the doorframe and yawned.
"Business? At this hour?" her voice was low, still wrapped in sleep.
Xavier slipped his hands into his pockets, casual as ever. "Yeah. Won’t take long. I’ll be back before morning."
Lyra’s eyes narrowed a little, suspicion creeping in through the drowsiness. "With Angel?"
Xavier didn’t answer right away, just gave her a sideways smirk. "Who else would drag me out of bed in the middle of the night?"
Lyra puffed her cheeks, annoyed. "Tch. Don’t get into trouble."
Xavier reached over and flicked her forehead lightly. "I’m the trouble."
She huffed, rubbing her forehead, but didn’t push further. Instead, she muttered, "Fine. But if you’re not back by morning, I’m telling Lilia."
"Do what you want," Xavier said as he moved toward the door. "By then, I’ll already be back."
Lyra watched him leave, her sleepy frown lingering, before she shuffled back into her room.
Outside, the street was silent, the city lights flickering faint in the distance. A sleek black hover car pulled up near the curb. The tinted window slid down, revealing Angel in the driver’s seat. She didn’t smile—just tilted her head slightly for him to get in.
Xavier slid into the passenger seat, stretching lazily. "You better not be wasting my sleep for something boring."
Angel’s eyes stayed on the road as she started the car. "Trust me, you’ll want to hear this."
Xavier leaned back in his seat, arms folded. "So where exactly are we going at this hour?"
Angel’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, eyes on the city lights streaking past. "Somewhere we can drink, talk, and not worry about anyone overhearing." She paused, glancing at him. "A club."
Xavier arched a brow. "Midnight club?"
"No," Angel shook her head, finally letting out a breath. "I stay there all day, I’m sick of staring at the same walls. I need something different tonight. We’re going to the Galaxy Club. The place where money buys everything."
Xavier chuckled. "Fits your taste."
The hover car cut through the night air, sleek and silent until it descended onto a private landing pad glowing with neon strips. A valet in a sharp suit was already waiting. Angel tossed him the keys without a word, and he bowed quickly before stepping away.
Galaxy Club was membership only, the kind of place that turned away 99% of people at the door. But when Xavier and Angel stepped out of a car worth a hundred million, not a single guard raised their hand to stop them.
Inside, the place was a storm of lights, holograms twisting in the air, bodies moving to music that thumped straight into the bones. Wealth clung to the air—diamonds glittered on wrists, rare cigars smoked up corners, and every surface screamed luxury.
Xavier, uninterested in the stares, went straight to the counter and dropped a few thousand like it was pocket change, securing a black VIP band. With that, they were untouchable for the night—no interruptions, no questions.
They settled at the bar, a private corner lit with soft blue strips.
Xavier leaned on the counter, casual as always, and ordered himself a whiskey neat while Angel asked for something bright and sharp that fizzed like liquid electricity.
When the drinks arrived, he slid one to Angel and raised his own slightly. "Alright. You dragged me out of bed for this, so talk. What did you find?"
Angel swirled the glass in her hand but didn’t drink yet. "After a few rounds. Some things are better said when the edge is gone."
Xavier smirked faintly, lifting his glass to his lips. "You’re really making me work for this."
She ignored him, downed half her glass in one go, then set it down with a soft clink. Her voice lowered, almost drowned out by the pounding music.
"I found out where Kane’s shipments are going. And it’s not just medical supplies or black-market drugs. He’s been moving something bigger. Something... off the record."
Xavier raised a brow, taking a slow sip. "Bigger as in profitable, or bigger as in dangerous?"
Angel leaned in closer, close enough that her hair brushed against his shoulder. "Both. It’s alien tech. Not scraps, not junk. Fully intact systems. Weapons-grade."
Xavier’s smirk widened from the corner of his lips. "And here I thought this trip was going to be boring."
"Anything else?"