Briggs’ POV
I step back into the club. The noise hits immediately, music, voices, but I don’t register any of it properly. Because she’s not there. My eyes move across the room once, twice.
Bar, dance floor, entrance. Nothing.
My jaw tightens slightly.
“She wouldn’t just—”
I stopped the thought, because she would. Before I can move further, Matteo steps into my path.
“Everything okay?” His tone is neutral, professional.
“Yeah,” I say.
He nods, but doesn’t move immediately.
“There’s an issue in VIP three,” he adds. “One of the guests is refusing to leave.”
I glance once more across the room, still nothing. My attention splits, part of me already heading toward the exit. The other, dealing with this.
I exhale slowly. “Handle it.”
“We tried.”
I look at him, that’s nough. “Fine.”
