Katrina's POV
"Stop right where you are!"
Three guns were pointed directly at me, with three men standing in my way.
Despite the threat, I didn’t stop. I didn’t flinch.
I walked forward slowly, letting my heels click against the stone pavement. My hands stayed relaxed at my sides, my face calm. If they were trying to scare me, they would need to step up their game.
"I want to speak with Lucian, your boss," I said smoothly, stopping just a few feet away from them.
"There is no one called Lucian here," one of the men said, his grip tightening on the trigger. "This is private property. You need to leave. Now."
I tilted my head. "I have an important message for him. Let him know that Katrina, the Queen of the Bullet Club would like to speak with him."
The three men exchanged glances.
