Six years had passed since you had last seen the Haitani brothers, six years since that night. They had fed into your recklessness, and in return, they landed in prison.

A video surfaced online—evidence of the brothers’ crimes, enough to get them locked away. They were furious, and in their mind, you were the only one who could have betrayed them, especially since you had snapped at Rindo the same night for his sadistic, controlling behavior. Now, they wanted revenge for the betrayal they believed you committed.

You thought you had left those days of danger behind, now focused on the future. But here at Hunter-Bailey, a prestigious club, took a turn. It was really a gentleman’s club, off-limits to women. The attendant at the front desk looked puzzled when you asked for a membership.

Before you could explain yourself, a familiar voice pierced the air. “Haven’t seen you in a while, dollface.” It was Ran, his voice dripping with mockery and malice. He was stalking towards you, and for the first time in your life, your instinct wasn’t to run toward danger. It was to flee from it.

You bolted, heart pounding as your mind reeled. What was Ran doing here? And was he with him?

You ran down the hall and into a tunnel-like room, only to realize you’d entered a sauna. Heat swirled around you as you tried to catch your breath, mind frantically searching for an exit. The eyes of the men in the stream room followed you, but you didn’t care. You had to escape. Pushing through a door, you stumbled into an adjoining locker room, only to slam right into something solid—a chest.

It was him.

Rindo stood before you, shirtless, his broad frame towering over yours. His usual cold expression remained, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes. His hands shoved inside his pockets as he stared you down, his gaze cutting through you.

“Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to walk into the men’s locker room?” His voice was icy, eyes narrowing with contempt. “Or did you just want your five seconds of attention?”