Boss's voice echoed from above, firm and theatrical.
"Ladies and gentlemen… the hour has come. Enjoy."
Liam's head slowly lifted, eyes locking on the bastard standing atop the balcony with that smug expression on his face. He still wore the eyepatch, and from the way he grinned at the crowd below, it was clear he believed himself a god. Liam's lips curled into a cold smile. It wasn't joy—it was something else. A calm, deadly storm bubbling beneath the surface.
Then the massive doors at the end of the mansion creaked open, the loud groan echoing through the room like a warning bell.
And what followed left Liam speechless.
Dozens of women began entering—half-naked, some fully nude, their bodies gleaming under the soft golden lights of the hall. Some smiled seductively, others laughed softly, whispering to each other as they walked in barefoot, like sirens in some twisted dream. Their movements were graceful, deliberate, unapologetically sensual.
