The crystal tumbler felt cool against Mason's palm as he tracked their approach in the bar's mirror. Designer heels clicked against marble like ammunition being loaded into a chamber. Chicago's elite shifted, vultures scenting premium drama in the making.
Viktor's massive frame tensed behind the bar. "Boss—"
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