(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The pole feels cold under my palm as I move to the music.
Muscle memory takes over, my body falling into familiar patterns while my eyes do all the real work. Faces start to blur together under the neon lights as I keep my eyes sharp, looking out for our target.
I have no idea how long I've been up here, but it's ong enough for my thighs to burn. Long enough for sweat to slick my lower back. Long enough for that quiet, ugly thought to creep in.
What if Leon doesn't show?
Just when I'm about to give in to the negative thoughts, my earpiece crackles.
"Krystal," Sandra's clipped voice comes through. "Leon just arrived. He's entering the club now."
My heartbeat picks up.
I rise up the pole and turn just as the front doors swing open. Even from the stage he's impossible to miss. Leon James, surrounded by four men in suits and sunglasses.
I tap my earpiece. "I've got my eyes on him."
"Good," Sandra replies. "You and Angelo know what to do from here."
