The club was alive tonight. The bass from the main floor rolled through the walls like thunder, the steady beat echoing in Barry’s chest the moment he stepped in.
Neon lights flashed outside the tinted windows, painting the hallway in shifting shades of red and blue. His men, already lined up near the entrance of the private lounge, straightened as he walked past.
“Don.” one of them greeted with a small nod.
Barry didn’t waste words. A short hum left his throat, his sharp gaze sweeping over the group before he pushed the door to the lounge open.
The thick smell of cigars and whiskey hung in the air. A low light glowed from the chandelier, dim enough to hide secrets but strong enough to catch every twitch, every movement.
Dean was already there, sitting in the corner of the leather b
