Lucian
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I sat in the VIP section of the club, the bass vibrating through the floor beneath my shoes, pulsing with the energy of the night. The lights were dimmed and sultry, flickering red and blue across the sea of dancing bodies below. The entire place was packed—the air reeked of sweat, alcohol, and poor decisions. Just another night of business running smoothly.
This was one of my clubs. A high-end one. Exclusive. Expensive. Safe...for most.
My men stood behind me, alert as always, their eyes scanning the crowd for anything that looked off. I leaned back in my seat, loosening the cuffs of my sleeves, and pulled out my phone.
I stared at her name for a moment… Mara.
Then I sent a message asking her to come back to work.
I didn't like what happened at the restaurant today and
