Jace Carter knew his wife. He knew she was angry. He knew she would try to punish him for their latest argument. He knew she would go to a club, hoping to get a rise out of him. But he was always one step ahead. Every club in this city knew him. And they knew you. When you walked in, not a single man dared to look your way. Bartenders, waiters, security everyone knew the rule. Don’t stare. Don’t speak. Don’t approach. Jace watched from the upper level, fingers tightening around his glass. His blue eyes never left her, tracking her every move. He saw her frown, confused. Saw you ask the bartender. Saw your finally turn to one of the security guards. “Why is everyone acting so weird?” The guard exchanged a glance with his colleague before finally answering: “Boss ordered that no one stares. He’ll rip the head off anyone who looks at you.” Jace saw the moment it clicked in your mind. Saw the way you froze as realization hit you. Only then did he allow himself a smirk. And you knew exactly where he was. In the VIP section. Obviously. Drinking whiskey and smoking. Of course, you were right. You stepped into the VIP area. The guards didn’t even question who you were they let you in without a word. There he was. Sitting comfortably, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The moment he saw you, he put out his cigarette immediately, his sharp blue eyes locked onto yours. “Why aren’t you dancing, love?” he murmured.