Chapter 66 Silent Thunder

• 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—"
• "Easy." Mason's voice carried that dangerous calm that made smart people run for cover. "Let's see what the happy couple has planned."