Night lights had just started to turn on, the traffic had begun to thin by the time the low, mechanical growl of the Koenigsegg One:1 echoed through the streets of San Fierro.

Luca Hale rested one hand on the steering wheel as the silver hypercar glided effortlessly through the city’s wealthiest district. The setting sun bathed the skyline in warm shades of gold and amber, its light dancing across the One:1’s sculpted bodywork until the entire car seemed to shimmer.

Heads turned wherever he passed.

Pedestrians slowed to watch.

Drivers instinctively glanced over from behind their wheels.

Even in a city where Ferraris, Lamborghinis, McLarens, and Rolls-Royces were a common sight, the Koenigsegg One:1 possessed a presence few vehicles could rival. It wasn’t merely expensive. It was the sort of machine most people only ever admired through magazine covers or online videos.

Luca barely noticed the attention.

His thoughts were elsewhere.

’A club party...’

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

He still wasn’t particularly fond of clubs. Loud music, flashing lights, overpriced drinks, and crowds pretending to enjoy themselves had never appealed to him.

Still, Amelia had invited him personally.

She’d sounded genuinely excited when he’d agreed.

’She’s probably already there.’

About twenty minutes later, the dazzling lights of Eclipse Club came into view.

Luca eased off the accelerator.

Even before reaching the entrance, he could understand why Amelia had spoken so highly of the place.

The building occupied an entire street corner, its towering glass exterior illuminated by thousands of carefully placed LED lights that shifted between shades of blue and violet. Music pulsed from inside with such intensity that the bass could be felt through the pavement long before anyone reached the doors.

Luxury cars lined both sides of the entrance.

Ferraris.

Bentleys.

Lamborghinis.

Rolls-Royces.

Aston Martins.

Valets in immaculate black uniforms moved briskly from one vehicle to another with practiced efficiency, treating each multimillion-dollar automobile as though it were made of glass.

A long line of guests stretched beyond the velvet ropes.

Every man wore a tailored designer suit or fashionable streetwear worth thousands of dollars.

Every woman looked as though she’d stepped straight out of a magazine, dressed in elegant evening gowns or glamorous cocktail dresses.

Eclipse Club wasn’t just another nightclub.

It had become one of San Fierro’s most exclusive nightlife destinations.

Movie stars.

Professional athletes.

Popular streamers.

Corporate executives.

Second-generation heirs.

Anyone with money, influence, or status had visited at least once.

Luca steered into the VIP valet lane and brought the Koenigsegg to a smooth stop.

The moment the scissor door rose upward, nearby conversations abruptly died down.

"...Is that a Koenigsegg One:1?"

"No way..."

"I’ve only ever seen one online."

"Who’s that guy?"

"He looks way too young to own something like that."

Luca ignored the curious whispers.

Stepping out, he adjusted the sleeves of his fitted black designer jacket before closing the door with a soft click.

The hypercar instantly became the center of attention.

Not that he cared.

Meanwhile, high above the entrance, a secluded VIP balcony overlooked both the arrival area and the dance floor inside.

A broad-shouldered man sat alone in one of the private lounges, lazily swirling amber liquor inside an expensive crystal glass.

His tailored suit had loosened around the collar, and several empty bottles already cluttered the table beside him.

His tired eyes drifted over the arriving guests without much interest.

For a brief second, they landed on the young man climbing out of the silver Koenigsegg.

The man simply took another slow sip before looking away.

’Just another rich kid.’

’Nothing special.’

He returned his attention to the city lights below.

At the entrance, Luca approached the security checkpoint.

Two imposing guards stood like statues on either side of the massive glass doors while another verified guests against a digital tablet.

Only then did Luca notice something unusual.

There wasn’t a ticket booth.

Nor was anyone paying at the entrance.

Instead, every guest had their name checked before being allowed inside.

’A guest list?’

He hadn’t expected that.

The security guard looked up as Luca approached.

His professional expression softened almost immediately.

"Good evening, sir."

Luca returned the greeting with a polite nod.

"Evening."

The guard studied him for another moment before asking respectfully,

"Would you happen to be Mr. Luca Hale?"

Luca blinked.

"You know who I am?"

The guard smiled.

"We were told to expect your arrival tonight, sir."

Luca frowned slightly.

"Expected?"

"Yes."

The guard tapped the screen a few times before turning the tablet toward him.

"There you are."

Sure enough...

Near the very top of the VIP guest registry sat a familiar name.

Luca Hale.

He stared at the display for a moment.

"I never booked a table."

"You didn’t."

The guard chuckled.

"Someone came by earlier today and personally requested that your name be added."

Luca raised an eyebrow.

"Someone?"

"That’s right."

The guard’s grin widened.

"She even gave us a detailed description so we’d recognize you the moment you arrived."

Luca suddenly had a very good idea who that mysterious person was.

The guard continued, struggling to suppress a laugh.

"She told us to keep an eye out for a tall, ridiculously handsome guy who drives a silver Koenigsegg..."

He paused for dramatic effect before finishing,

"...and who probably still sucks at Hit the Bottle."

Luca’s eyelid twitched.

"...Amelia."

The guard burst into laughter.

"So she wasn’t exaggerating?"

Luca pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a helpless sigh.

’That woman...’

He really should have seen this coming.

Only Amelia Grant could manage to introduce someone with a description like that.

After a moment, even Luca couldn’t help laughing quietly.

"I suppose that’s one way to make sure you don’t mistake me for someone else."

"It certainly worked," the guard replied with a grin. "She was very specific."

"I can imagine."

The guard stepped aside and gestured toward the entrance.

"Welcome to Eclipse Club, Mr. Hale. Miss Grant and her friends are already inside."

Luca nodded his thanks before making his way through the towering glass doors.

The instant he stepped inside, the atmosphere changed completely.

Colorful lights swept across the packed dance floor in rhythmic waves while powerful speakers filled the club with music that vibrated through the walls. Bartenders worked at incredible speed behind a massive circular counter, mixing drinks with effortless precision as laughter and conversation blended into the energetic atmosphere.

Luca’s gaze drifted across the crowded venue.

Somewhere inside this sea of flashing lights and unfamiliar faces...

Amelia was waiting.