***Warning Trigger: Explicit Content***
“Whiskey. Double.”
The burn of the liquor was a welcome distraction from the thoughts brewing in his chest and mind. But the alcohol wasn’t enough to calm him. He needed more. Something physical, primal. His fists tightened on the glass as he downed the last of his drink, the dark thoughts swirling in his head like a whirlpool pulling him deeper.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted her. A woman in a tight black dress, her legs crossed, heels sharp enough to cut, her eyes smoldering under the low lights. She was watching him, her gaze raking over him with unmistakable hunger.
Victor’s jaw clenched. His anger, his guilt, the gnawing ache of Daisy’s words—it all collided into something dangerous. He didn’t care anymore. He wanted to forget. And
