Martin's POV
Through the VIP entrance, I stepped into the club. My men were already there, waiting at the door, and without a word, they led me inside. The moment I crossed the threshold, the heavy music hit me like a wave, syncing perfectly with the thud of my heart.
I made my way to my usual spot, a shadowy corner, away from prying eyes, where I could disappear into the background without getting noticed.
Marcus slid onto the couch beside me. Two of my other men took their places across from us, quiet and alert. The table between us was already set with bottles of high-end liquor, glasses lined up beside them like soldiers ready for duty. I reached for the first one, the weight of it familiar in my hand.
The last time I drank was when I discovered the truth about Caroline. She bro
