It was supposed to be a normal night. As normal as a night could be inside Club Eden, where s*x and money and power danced together like smoke. Raven had gotten used to the tension, used to walking through velvet-draped corridors with Jaxon’s voice in her head and Zane’s shadow just behind her heels, but nothing about tonight would end normally.
And it started with a scream.
She was on the mezzanine level when it happened, reviewing floor rosters in the main office. She heard it before she saw it, high, sharp, a woman’s scream that cracked like glass and tore through the throb of the music. Then came the sound of bodies colliding. A crash. Yelling.
Raven bolted for the balcony railing.
Below, chaos. Two men, big, inked, furious, were fighting in the center of the main floor. Bottles s
