Adrian's POV
I got the message five minutes ago and I was already moving.
One of my guys had spotted a member of the rival crew sitting in the main dining room, eating steak and looking comfortable in a building he had no right to be in.
His club had been pushing into our territory for weeks, testing boundaries, looking for the soft spot that would tell them we weren't paying attention.
I had come down here tonight to pull him outside before things got complicated and remind him, quietly and permanently, whose city he was sitting in.
Then Wayne sent a second message.
Ronan had brought Nirvana here for dinner.
I stopped walking for exactly one second. Then I moved faster.
I panicked. The cold, calculating rage I normally relied on vanished, replaced by fear.
The place was not sa
