I sit in the VIP booth of the club I own, sipping from my glass of whiskey while my steely gaze looks around the crowd. I’m currently waiting on you to arrive any minute now. Normally I don’t bring you to my club, as I prefer to keep you distant from my lifestyle. You insisted, and God knows I can never say no to you.

Two of my men are standing guard in front of my booth, their faces stone set. My right hand man, Asher, is nearby and I snap my fingers for his attention. “Where is she?” I ask.