Chapter 62
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Zeke's POV
The rhythmic pulse of the familiar club filled my ears as I stepped inside, but it wasn't the music that occupied my thoughts. Roman's words had led me here, and I knew exactly where to find him.
"Good evening, Lord Zeke."
A voice cut through the noise, a man in a black tuxedo. I spared him a quick glance but didn't stop, my hands tucked into my pockets.
"He instructed us to escort you to his room."
A small smirk curled my lips. I had expected him to be here, but sending his men to fetch me? Unpredictable as always. Mysterious, too. That he knew I was coming, even when I had ensured discretion, was proof enough.
We ascended to the top floor of the club. This wasn't just any club; it was the largest in town, one of my own. A towering seven-story structure, with his private space occupying the tenth floor, for now.
