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“If you don’t want her, I’ll take my shot,” Fionn says, his mouth curling.

I shoot him a death glare. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

Because she’smine.

The thought zaps through my head like it has always belonged there.

Before I can turn back to her, the sound of a low voice behind me sends a ripple of irritation through me.

“Gentlemen…” Konstantin’s Russian accent cuts through the air like a blade.

I stiffen, trying to mask my contempt, but it’s useless. I’ve never been able to shake the hate I feel for this man or his family, and I doubt I ever will. The memory of what his father did to our mother is burned into my bones, a scar I carry with me every single day.

Fionn gives him a curt nod. “Konstantin.”

“How are you two enjoying the evening?” Konstantin’s gaze flicks between us before narrowing, a sly grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes settle on me with a look that says he knows exactly what’s going on in my head. “See anyone you like?”

“Not particularly,” I mutter.

The only reason I even started coming here is because Fionn forced me to when Konstantin extended free memberships to us. It was his way of expressing that any feuds between our families from before are now over.

“Eventually, we’ll be friends, Cillian Quinn.” Konstantin slaps me on the shoulder, but I shove his hand off roughly. “Maybe even family.”

I scoff. “I doubt that.”

The bastard laughs. I want to punch him in that smug fucking face.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” He turns to go. “Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. Anything at all.”

My jaw clenches so tight it aches.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, I mutter under my breath, “I really hate that son of a bitch.”

Fionn chuckles. “No way. I hadnoidea.”

Grinding my jaw, I turn toward the bar, needing another drink. As I wait for the bartender to pour it, I glance toward where Dinara was, but she’s gone.

Panic claws at my chest. I scour the room, desperate to find her, but there’s no sign of her. I know it’s ridiculous. She’s just a woman I bumped into, but there’s something about her. Something unfinished.

What if she’s already gone? What if I’ll never see her again?

My teeth clench, and I feel Fionn’s eyes on me.

“Where are you going?” he calls, but I ignore him.

The burning need to find her consumes me, and nothing, not even my brother, is going to stop me.

I should’ve gone back to her. Should’ve gotten her full name. Her number. Something.

Now, all I can do is hope it’s not too late.

* * *

DINARA

I could’ve stayed right where we were watching that mysterious man all night, but the girls were eager to keep moving through the club.

The more we explored, the more we realized what really goes on here: anything and everything. Each room we entered seemed to offer a new kind of fantasy. A woman with multiple men. Another tied up from the ceiling with thick rope. A man being flogged by three women while on his hands and knees with a dog collar around his neck.