pen. The overwhelming smell of cheap alcohol, sweat

the glowing neon stairs leading to the VIP section,

ers and massive frame to physically block drunk patrons fr

of dancing girls between them. The physical barrier

drunk man aside. He momentarily l

hand clapped down on his shoulder fr

ng, ready to strike. He stopped when h

oriously wealthy, dangerou

r whiskey in his hand. He looked entirel

is eyes scanning Alex's tailored suit. "Didn't expect to see

, his eyes glaring with a dark, unspoken warning. "I am handling personal mat

by the physical threat. "You always were too intensely devoted to your work. But

Colette's ascending figure. "My priorities are exactly wher

s face. He watched the tense line of Alex's shoulders, thoroug

s going to be a disaster," Isaiah warned, r

his back on Isaiah, shoving past t

of the stairs. She stepped onto t

holding up their glowing phones,

e onlookers, her heart poundi

d Julian. He was pinning a sleazy, bleeding middle-a

rically into her hands, playing the perfect victim. Jenna,

fighting like a common street thug over

chest brushed against her back, his solid presen