The bass hasn’t even started yet, and already the walls hum.
Inferno is a temple built for sin with black marble floors that catch the light like water, deep crimson curtains between velvet booths, and gold fixtures glinting above mirrored pillars. The air smells like liquor and lust. Every inch of this place belongs to me, every hallway, every shadow. I built it from the ground up. But tonight, it feels like I’m about to lose all of it.
In my office,, the dance floor sprawls behind me through the floor-to-ceiling windows. From here, I can see everything below through a one-way glass. Every dance, every mistake, every threat. Salvatore and three of my best men wait by the door, silent.
“You keep eyes on her and Vera the entire night,” I tell them. “No interaction unless absolutely neces
