It's close to midnight, and everyone else went inside the clubhouse almost an hour ago. Eoin hasn't come back out, so I'm assuming he's still talking to Claddagh. The firepit is still burning low, and thankfully, it's not cold tonight. I'm in pajama shorts and a hoodie and have been fine. That's the best part of Voltz setting up fireworks on the property— I didn't have to put on real clothes to go out.
Before coming to live with the club, my days were spent in luxury. That's not to say I don't have some here— I do. Eoin buys me more than I need without me asking. He takes care of me better than anyone. But it isn't for show. It's because he cares. Being a mafia princess is a different kind of luxury. Everything from my make-up to my clothes was a sign of our ranking in Russia. It show
