His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea
"He requested the best service. If we deny him entry, he'll make a scene about discrimination. If we let him in, it's a powder keg."
"I'll handle it," I said, my voice steady even though my pulse jumped.
I walked toward Booth One, the private crescent-shaped seating area near the back wall. It was the darkest spot in the club, reserved for deals that shouldn't see the light of day.
Three men sat there. Two looked like muscle...thick necks, cheap suits. The man in the middle was different.
Marcus Thorne was handsome in a slimy, polished way. He wore a suit that was too shiny, a watch that was too big, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He was swirling a glass of whiskey, watching the roo
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