Chapter 58

• Luciana’s POV:
• The tequila was still burning in my chest, warming me up, loosening the tight grip of panic that had been choking me since the bathroom. I stood by the bar, my hands steady now, my breath evening out as I scanned the crowd—rich assholes laughing, women twirling in glittery dresses, the air thick with smoke and perfume. I was ready, or as ready as I’d ever be, to find Müller and start this fucked-up game Adrian had forced me into.
• Then a sharp clink cut through the noise—metal on glass, loud over the thumping music. My head snapped toward the sound, my eyes darting to the DJ booth near the center of the hall. The DJ—a skinny guy with a shaved head and a shiny jacket—held a mic close to his mouth, tapping his spoon against his drink, grinning wide. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he shouted, his voice booming through the speakers, the music fading low behind him. “Let’s give it up for the man of the night—our birthday celebrant, Mr. Müller!”