Liam’s POV
I was in the middle of my third set of bench presses when a buzz of tension spread through the underground gym. My senses immediately sharpened, and I glanced around, spotting a massive security guard striding towards me. Everyone else in the gym stopped what they were doing, eyes wide, waiting for a confrontation.
I dropped the barbell back onto its rack and stood up, wiping my hands on my shorts.
“Are you Liam?” the security guard asked.
"Yeah, I’m Liam. What do you want?" I said, making sure to keep my face
The security guard, built like a tank and with a no-nonsense look on his face, didn’t flinch. "Mr. Winslow requests your attendance at his house tonight for dinner."
A ripple of murmurs passed through the gym. Aaron Winslow wasn’t someone who sent dinner invitatio
