NIKOLAI
He was nursing a drink, his shoulders hunched like he didn't have a care in the world.
"Where is he?" I asked, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet.
His drink spilled, the glass shattering on the floor as he stared at me in shock.
"You're not allowed in here," he stammered, his bravado faltering as I tightened my grip.
"Where. Is. He?" | bit out, each word laced with barely contained anger.
"I-I don't know!"
Wrong answer again.
I dragged him out of the club, ignoring his protests and the curious glances from the remaining patrons. The guards didn't even try to stop me this time.
Once we were alone, I slammed him against the wall, my hand wrapping around his throat.
"Last chance," I said, my voice low and lethal. "Where the f**k is Claude?"
