Asher’s POV

The loud beat of the bass shook the walls as I stepped into the dimly lit club. I spotted Luca almost instantly, sitting in a booth near the back, drink in hand. His easy grin faltered the moment his eyes landed on me.

“Asher?” he called out, his voice a mixture of surprise and suspicion. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I slid into the booth across from him without waiting for an invitation. “Could ask you the same thing,” I said coolly.

He chuckled, though it lacked his usual charm. “I wasn’t expecting you to show up. We haven’t exactly been on great terms.” He passed...