Aiden
Hours before he visited her...
At the top floor of the hotel, two guards stood outside a private massage suite, their expression hardening as Storm and I approached.
One of them stepped forward, raising a hand. "You shouldn't be here," he said, blocking the path.
I didn't stop my cold gaze fixed on the door behind them.
He gripped my arm as I moved past him. "You don't want to be dragged out of here."
I stopped, letting out a long, tired sigh. Storm made to help, and I signalled him to stay back. He nodded and stepped aside.
I glanced at the man's hand and warned in a low voice, "Take your hands off me."
The guard sneered and tried to shove me. I twisted his wrist quickly, slamming a fist into his gut. As he doubled over with a choked gasp, I grabbed his arm and flipped him o
