JAMES POV
The Blooming Rose Hotel was alive tonight. The red lights dropped from the ceiling like a blood moon, filling the air with power and money.
This was the kind of place where every laugh had a price and every glance could get your throat slit.
I adjusted my cufflinks into a perfect smile that matched theirs. I’d been doing it for years—I was already a pro.
This wasn’t a party; it was ground zero. And if anything went wrong, everyone here had a gun on them, including me.
God, I really wanted to leave this life. Brad was already at my side, hair neatly combed, wearing a suit, a devilish grin on his face.
“Man, these people sure know how to throw better parties than billionaires in Monaco. Look at that chandelier, James—worth more than my soul, I’m sure. And funny thing is, I ha
