Zane.
My molten glare slid across the dance floor, but there was no sign of Cassandra.
The flashing red and neon lights washed over the strippers, the people dancing, with all manner of s****l activities unfolding on the couches, against the walls, in the corners and right on the dance floor. Where the hell did he f*****g take her?!
The guards at the entrance had tried to stop me upon my arrival, thinking I was some commoner, only one glare from me had them running to the latrine with loosened bowels.
“Sir, I should check the VVIP sections.” Her guard, who had finally able to come in with me, suggested.
The fucker sounded meek, after my threat of firing him if he ever let Cassandra out of his damn sight again. Was it really just a threat if I f*****g meant every damn word?
“No. Go t
