LEENA
“The business my father, yours and I are involved in is quite dark, darker than you may think,” Mark slurs into my ear just before I'm dragged out of the club.
I wring my wrist out of William's hold when we're outside. “What's wrong with you?”
“What are you doing here?” he asks, anger written all over his face.
“I could ask you the same question,” I say, crossing my arms.
He turns and takes a step closer, his alcohol-laced breath washing over me. “You're ruining my reputation. What will the public think after watching you dance with that asshole?”
I meet his gaze, unflinching. “The same thing they'll think about you coming to a public club and drinking yourself into such a state.”
He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching. “How much have you had to drink?”
I almost laugh at his a
