Baldwin noticed Calista's subtle movements and raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his tone.
"The entire club is surrounded," he said calmly.
He was curious—what would Calista do now?
Outside, the sky darkened rapidly, as if a storm was about to wash away the sins of the entire city.
Realizing there was no other way out, Calista gradually steadied herself, matching Baldwin's composure. She looked across the street and saw three black SUVs parked there.
The tinted windows concealed whoever was inside, but her instincts screamed danger—those cars weren't just any vehicles. Assassins? Mercenaries?
She turned to Baldwin, her voice unwavering. "Those three cars... They're here for us."
A smirk tugged at Baldwin's lips, and a glint of approval flashed in his eyes. "They slowed you
