I had invited Roman to the club tonight to figure out what he’d known. Although I had known exactly who he was, we’d had finished our research well before I’d even extended the invitation.
He had, of course, agreed because The Wolf’s Den was the most exclusive nightclub in the whole city. Thankfully, my Father had paid an almost unbelievable amount for the renovation of this place, just so that we could use the basement for other purposes.
But the moment he laid his hands on her, he was a dead man. I didn’t care what his excuse was, he didn’t have the f*****g right to do that! Especially in my establishment, the one that I’ve poured my sweat and blood into.
I didn’t give a f**k what he did in his club, but here I had a code. I protected my hostesses.
I didn’t know what had come over
