Theo’s grip on my arm remained firm as we moved past Diego. His demeanor was cold, unyielding, and completely composed. There was a sense of superiority in every movement he made, a deliberate control that left no room for defiance. Diego’s gaze lingered on us, his expression a mix of curiosity and calculated menace, but Theo wasn’t fazed.
Without another word, Theo led me toward a hidden section of the grand suite—a door I hadn’t noticed before. It was expertly disguised, seamlessly blending into the opulence of the room. Theo pressed his hand against it, revealing the entrance. The door slid open smoothly, revealing a dimly lit, private room beyond.
The moment we stepped inside, the air felt thick—choking almost. The scent of cigars and cigarettes hung heavy, mixing with the faint arom
