Greg's POV
The club’s neon lights flickered, creating a dim glow across the smoky room. The music was loud, with the bass vibrating through the floors, but something about the place felt… off.
The men hanging around weren’t the kind of intimidating figures I was used to seeing back in Venice.
They didn’t carry themselves with the same air of danger or authority. It wouldn’t take much for me to make a mark here, maybe even take over a warehouse or two.
Aurora clung to my arm, her grip tight. Her fingers trembled slightly, and I looked down at her.
“I don’t like this place,” she said, her voice barely audible over the music. “I’m scared. Can we please just go back home?”
I smirked, shaking my head. “Relax, Aurora. You’re with me. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
“Relax?These people
