The city was soaked in rain and red lights.
Alina stepped out of the black car with a silk scarf tied over her hair, heels clicking against the pavement like a warning shot. The private club Nicholas once banned her from—Red Dominion—was now under her name.
And tonight, she wasn’t coming as his woman.
She was coming as his rival.
Inside, the music was low, bass-heavy, sensual.
Men in suits watched her with the kind of hunger she’d once been addicted to. But they didn’t touch. Not with the way her eyes carved through the room like she owned their air.
She did.
In the VIP wing, Nicholas sat in the booth, legs spread, tie undone.
His shirt was open at the throat.
And beside him sat another woman.
Red lips.
No bra.
Fake confidence.
Alina smiled like a blade.
“Cute.”
Nicholas loo
