Isabella’s heart pounded as she stepped out of the car in front of Club Vendetta, her palms clammy with nerves. She was here for Damien—determined to protect him by reaching out to Derek Matheson, an ally whose loyalty to Damien was at risk. If Derek turned to Marcus, it would mean a dangerous shift in power, and she was willing to do whatever it took to prevent that.
As she entered the club, the dim lighting and muted music heightened her tension, but she steadied herself, scanning the room until she spotted Derek seated in a private booth. His gaze shifted as she approached, and he gave her a cool, assessing smile.
“Ms. Hill,” Derek greeted, his voice smooth with a hint of amusement. “I can’t say I expected Morrison’s trusted advisor to reach out personally. To what do I owe this honor
