The atmosphere inside the Black Cats’ stronghold had shifted from celebration to full-blown tension in a matter of seconds.
What was once a gathering filled with food, laughter, and chatter now resembled a war zone. Every guest was on edge, hands hovering over weapons, eyes darting between enemies. The moment the Headless Angels barged in uninvited, the room’s energy fractured.
And at the center of it all stood Thompson—unbothered, smug, and utterly reckless.
He moved with unsettling confidence, weaving through the crowd like he belonged there. His signature smirk never faltered as he walked toward Andrew, whose entire body radiated controlled rage.
“What are you doing here?” Andrew’s voice cut through the room, sharp and direct.
Thompson responded with a lazy shrug. “We came to party
