The drive to the private club was tense, the weight of the evening pressing down on me as I navigated through the city streets. Eli sat beside me, his silence mirroring my own, and both of us focused on what awaited us. When we finally arrived at the club, the familiar, exclusive ambiance felt like a small comfort in the middle of this chaotic situation.
The doorman greeted us with a nod, and we made our way inside, the plush interior of the club offering a stark contrast to the urgency of our mission. I led Eli through the private corridors to the room where Max and his team were waiting.
As we entered, I found Max, Kade, and Aly standing by a side room. In the center, a young man—clearly terrified—was held firmly by Kade and Aly. His clothes were disheveled, and his face was pale, eyes wide with fear.
"Armand," Max greeted as we walked in, his tone curt but respectful. "We have him."
