nge, neon signs flashed in bright purple and gold. A steady st

ed on their brakes, forming a tight defensive

ad car and stepped out. His cold eyes swept th

e SUV opened. Axel Stone stepped out, his

He wore no tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undo

or. He rushed down the steps, sweating profusely, bow

up the steps. Eight men in black suits instantly f

ening bass of the club music and the heavy smell of

level. The crowd instinctively felt the murderous tension rolling

flirt with Axel. Dante did not hesitate; he shove

evator. He guided Axel and his men straight to the t

s lined with a thick Persian rug that completely swall

avy, carved double doors, was Scarlett. She was a high-e

on her most seductive smile and stepped forw

eme disgust crossed his dark eyes. He shifted hi

look at her. "Get lost," he spat,

face. Dante shot her a look so vicious she stumbl

d and pushed open th

suite. The bright light from the crystal c

niel Carlisle sat on a white lea

feet. He forced a wide, fake smile

s, my friend!" N

simply held out his right han

d. Axel's grip was like a steel vice. The corner

straight to the main sofa directly op

ds on his knee. His posture was relaxed, bu

, standing with their hands clasped in front of

waving his hand to order his own gu

ck mud. The smell of gunpowder was pra

gaze locked onto Nathaniel, silently declaring t