Zain’s POV
After leaving the Callum Mansion, I slipped into my Rolls Royce. My hand found the windowsill as the muggy night air drifted through. I lit a cigarette and drew in slowly.
Smoke swirled around me while my eyes sharpened with something dangerous. That video Drew had shown me flashed through my mind, and I crushed the cigarette against the ashtray.
I grabbed my phone and tried Blanche again. Ring after ring, but still nothing.
My patience was wearing thin. Then it hit me—Drew was the one who’d shown me that video. I dialed his number instead.
“Zain, what’s up?” Drew picked up immediately, club music pounding behind him.
“Where are you?” I asked.
He sent me the address, and I replied, “I’m on my way.”
A while later, I arrived at the location Drew had given me.
I didn’t come alone—Nicholas was right beside me.
When we pushed through the private room door, both our faces were stone cold.
Drew stood to greet us. “Hi, Zain, Nicholas.”
