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Within moments, Taylor shifted direction again and headed straight toward a private room just a few doors down from where Emily sat.
In that room, Lucas slouched deeper into the leather couch, his fingers tightening around the glass of amber liquid. The dull clink of ice echoed in the quiet room.
Taylor hurried over, urgency in his voice. “I just saw Emily.”
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Lucas froze, his body stiffening, but he took a long sip of whiskey to feel the burn down his throat. A smirk twisted his lips, and with arrogant calm, he nodded. “Alright, bring her inside. Tell her I’m willing to talk to her.”
Taylor exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. “What do you think you’re going to talk about? She’s not here to see you.”
Lucas scoffed, a harsh sound that carried the weight of wounded pride. “If not me... then who else would she come see? At a bar. Alone.”
Running a hand through his messy, unkempt hair, Taylor shook his head, eyes full of disbelief. “I’m telling you, she’s having fun. Laughing, drinking, surrounded by a bunch of young guys.”
Lucas’s head snapped up, eyes blazing with sudden, fierce fire, his entire frame taut with urgency and disbelief. “Are you serious?”
Taylor nodded curtly, his jaw tight.
Lucas sprang to his feet, the glass slipping from his fingers and crashing against the glass table with a harsh, shattering sound. His chest heaved with rising fury.
“Take me to her. Now.”
***
Sebastian stepped into the private room, the air thick with muted chatter and the scent of expensive liquor.
Adam was already seated on the plush couch, his posture rigid with anticipation. Sebastian’s footsteps were steady as he approached and sank into the seat beside him.
Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Why did it take you so long to come back from the washroom?” he asked, voice edged with impatience.
Sebastian picked up his glass of whiskey, his eyes shadowed with something cold. He took a long swig, draining the glass before turning to Adam and answering in a casual but serious voice. “Brother, I just saw a girl outside. She looked just like your sister. She was sitting surrounded by men. Also drinking with them.”
Adam’s face instantly tightened. He sprang to his feet, tension suddenly crackling in his posture. “Are you serious?!”
Sebastian gave a seemingly short, casual shrug, appearing nonchalant while taking another sip of his drink. His fingers gripped the glass a little tighter, betraying the calm facade.
Adam yanked out his phone, fingers trembling slightly with urgency as he dialed. The phone rang, the seconds dragging painfully slow until Emily’s soft, hesitant voice answered.
The phone rang twice before she finally picked up. “Hello?”
Sebastian rose smoothly to his feet and stepped beside Adam, his hands slipping casually into his pants pockets as he listened intently to the call.
Adam’s voice came through sharp and clipped. “Why are you at a bar so late? Have you seen the time?!”
Emily’s heart skipped a beat, her life flashing before her eyes. “How do you know?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes darted around the room and toward the hallway, panic rising.
Adam’s expression darkened, frustration and protectiveness simmering just beneath his skin.
“I know because I saw you,” Adam snapped. “What room are you in?”
“I was just having some drinks with Jeremy,” Emily answered, trying to sound calm, her voice soft as she pretended to sound innocent. “I don’t think Jeremy would be comfortable if you came here.”
Adam didn’t buy her act. His face darkened, eyes narrowing into a sharp glare. “Don’t play games with me right now,” he growled, voice low and threatening. “Which room are you in? I’m coming to get you. And if you don’t tell me where you are, I’ll call Mom and Dad this instant—and tell them you’re hanging out at bars, surrounded by men in the middle of the night, with no thought for your safety!”
Sebastian, standing silently beside Adam, kept stealing quick, sharp glances at him, listening intently to every word. His lips twitched into a faint, cunning smile as he listened closely to the conversation.
Emily’s voice trembled as panic set in. “Room 50… VIP private rooms,” she whispered, barely above a breath.
