Dante’s POV

“Impossible,” Ryder snarls.

We trade a glance, shaking our heads as we look over a large amount of scotch in front of us. The Lamont Lounge had died down in attendance, but the only important missing person from the club just went upstairs with our arch-nemesis.

I want to bow my head in defeat, but that’s too f*cking easy. Way too easy, that the only honorable thing to do would be to go to his room, six-hundred-twelve, and to rip my little ...