"The all-powerful Anthony Jeffery!"
Luca threw his arms wide as Anthony stepped into the velvet-lined VIP section. A smug grin tugged at the corners of Anthony’s mouth.
"Where have you been, man? It feels like a lifetime since you’ve set foot in here," Luca said. He wasn't exaggerating. The club used to be Anthony’s second home, but since Anna entered the picture, his spot at the bar had gathered dust.
Anthony sank into the leather chair, his smirk never fading. He tipped a bottle over his glass, watching the amber liquid swirl before tossing it back. He let the chill settle in his throat, then leaned back and looked at his friend.
"Old habits never die, do they?" Anthony spread his arms, claiming the space.
"Seriously, where did you vanish to?" Luca leaned in, eyes narrowing. "Don't
