Chapter 41

• Andrew, familiar with the security protocol of the establishment, ignored the hostile glare from the security personnel. Without a word, he spread his arms wide to allow the guard to frisk him. Upon completing the search, the guard, his scarred face hovering perilously close, sneered, "You're going to end up dead, Collin."
• With a serene smile, Andrew gestured toward the door, his fingers absently caressing the scar on his hand. The atmosphere in this room was markedly different—clean yet palpably tense. A few men lounged on luxurious couches, wine glasses in hand, exuding a dangerous aura.
• Scanning the room, Andrew found who he was looking for in a corner, adjusting his zipper. Anger surged through him as he observed the scene. Finding an empty seat beside the man, Andrew sat down loudly, making enough noise to snap the man from his thoughts.