Whether from fear, alcohol, or shock, I no longer knew.
“We’re going home.” His tone left no room for argument.
He gestured toward the exit with a sharp tilt of his head.
I obeyed.
Not because I wanted to...
Because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.
Each step felt uncertain.
The club that had been alive with music less than an hour ago now resembled a crime scene.
The polished floor still glistened with Egor’s blood.
I forced myself not to look.
Outside, the cool night air struck my face.
I instinctively searched for Romeo.
He was gone.
His car. His men.
Everything.
It was as though he had vanished into the darkness.
Only Keegan remained.
Without a word, he led me to the car.
A few moments later, we were driving back to the bungalow.
Silence settled between us.
Heavy and oppressive.
The only sounds were the steady hum of the engine and the faint rush of wind outside.
I stared out the window, watching blurred city lights streak past, trying to stop my hands from shaking.
They wouldn’t.
Finally, I broke the silence. “What is he going to do to me?”
My voice came out barely above a whisper.
Keegan kept his eyes on the road.
“I don’t know.”
I swallowed. “You were standing beside him.”
My throat tightened. “He whispered something to you.”