~Antonio
The club was alive with pulsing lights and music that vibrated through the walls. I leaned back against the plush leather seat, watching the crowd move on the dance floor, a blur of bodies and flashing colors. It had been a while since I’d felt this relaxed.
“Damn, it’s good to be back,” Nate grinned, clinking his glass against mine.
Steve smirked, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Spain’s changed a bit since we left. Or maybe we have.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You two haven’t changed at all. Still drinking like it’s your last night on earth.”
Steve shrugged. “What else are we supposed to do? We’re celebrating.”
“Yeah,” Nate nodded. “And we’re celebrating with Antonio, our old friend who seems to be hiding something from us.”
I raised a brow. “And what exactly
