Chapter 29 In The Serpent's Den

• Theo’s grip on my arm remained firm as we moved past Diego. His demeanor was cold, unyielding, and completely composed. There was a sense of superiority in every movement he made, a deliberate control that left no room for defiance. Diego’s gaze lingered on us, his expression a mix of curiosity and calculated menace, but Theo wasn’t fazed.
• Without another word, Theo led me toward a hidden section of the grand suite—a door I hadn’t noticed before. It was expertly disguised, seamlessly blending into the opulence of the room. Theo pressed his hand against it, revealing the entrance. The door slid open smoothly, revealing a dimly lit, private room beyond.
• The moment we stepped inside, the air felt thick—choking almost. The scent of cigars and cigarettes hung heavy, mixing with the faint aroma of whiskey and cologne. The walls were lined with leather armchairs and dark wood panels, creating an atmosphere of exclusivity and power.