The VIP Room.

Lena stood frozen at the doorway, her body trembling ever so slightly. The carved wooden door swung wide, revealing an opulent room bathed in the golden glow of a grand crystal chandelier. The air was thick—an intoxicating blend of cigar smoke and musky cologne—that made her chest tighten.

Several men lounged on dark leather sofas, glasses of crimson wine lined neatly on the glass table in front of them. Yet none of the faces were familiar to her.

“Ahh… Selena!” a ...