Lucian
I arrived at Bluesforty twenty-five minutes after calling Denis. He was already waiting at the bar, drink in hand. He hadn’t changed much—still calm, observant, a step ahead.
I didn’t want to linger where the crowd could stare. With Mara joining us later, I suggested we head to the VVIP section. The club staff jumped to oblige. Funny how quickly everything had flipped. Not long ago, I was treated like background noise in this place. Now they moved like I was royalty.
It felt good. But what felt better was that I’d be sharing it all with my wife.
Denis sank into the leather seat across from me, watching as the drinks arrived.
“This is out of the blue,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded, no excuses. “Tina’s out of the picture. And I realized… I want my friend back.”
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