The club was filled with the sound of music and murmured conversation. But Patrick wasn’t here to drink, dance, or blend into the crowd—he was here for Marcus. He was the man who, according to Patrick’s sources, might be his only chance at surviving Alexander Blackwell. He had been told Marcus came to this particular club regularly.
He had waited almost an hour before Marcus finally showed up. The man’s presence was hard to miss. He carried himself with the kind of quiet authority that didn’t need to be announced—just like Alexander.
The people around him seemed to instinctively move aside, as if making room for something dangerous without realizing it. Patrick could see evidence that he was truly a Blackwell. However, he had to check the photo on his phone first to be sure.
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