Bryan's pov
The tension from last night still clung to me like smoke—thick, choking, and impossible to ignore. I couldn’t sleep, not after what happened in the club. The moment my father excused Lisa from her punishment earlier that day, I should’ve known trouble was brewing.
She was already in trouble.
I needed a distraction.
That was how I ended up calling Desmond and a couple of the guys. We drove out to the edge of town, to our usual spot—a dimly lit bar built for alphas with too much testosterone and not enough sense. Cheap drinks. Loud music. Willing women.
Perfect.
Laughter spilled out of the cracked windows before we even stepped inside. The air reeked of alcohol and sweat, the place packed with rogues, loners, and thrill-seekers. I welcomed the chaos. Anything to drown the r
