Wolfe's POV.

I sat at my usual spot in the VVIP section of my club, my elbows resting on the plush arm of my seat. The dim lighting flickered softly, casting long shadows across the room. The music throbbed in the background, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to resonate with my thoughts.

The previous night’s events replayed in my mind like a bad movie—Makenna’s birthday dinner and that fucking scene with her sister. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass then emptied my glass, ...