JAMES POV
The city always felt different when Nicholas was involved. I knew him wanting to meet up was not a request and I didn’t have any choice.
I arrived at one of his bars. I got out of the car and stepped in. A man in a black suit walked up to me. “Mr. Nicholas is expecting you, right this way,” he said as he led me to a secluded office area.
I pushed open the door and Nicholas sat behind his desk, a wild smile on his lips. “James, it is such a beautiful night, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I got your text, Nicholas. Whatever you have to say, make it fast,” I said with a confident expression.
“James, don’t be like that, let’s not get straight to business. You are my guest, at least allow me to offer you a drink.”
“I’m not thirsty,” I cut him off, my voice cold, eyes locking on his.
Nic
