Later that evening, after the tense confrontation between Dante and Denver, Denver found himself pacing his luxurious living room, unable to shake the fear that had settled deep in his chest. Dante’s words, calm yet threatening, echoed in his head like a warning bell that refused to stop ringing. He knew one thing for certain—this matter was bigger than him now. And when things grew bigger than him, there was only one place to go.
Night had fully descended when Denver arrived at Timeless, the biggest and most dangerous nightclub in Montreal.
Timeless wasn’t just a club. It was a fortress disguised as a playground for the elite. Neon lights flickered against thick smoke, bass booming so loud it rattled bones. Underground mafias, mob bosses, arms dealers, and loan sharks all regarded this
