Liam had just finished his glass of wine, setting it down with a quiet clink against the polished countertop. He turned back towards the party, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room as he silently observed the people around him.
The luxurious gathering was still in full swing. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversations filled the air. The men in their sleek, tailored suits were engaged in quiet discussions, and the women in their expensive gowns moved gracefully between groups, their voices smooth as silk.
Liam could tell that many of these people weren't just random gang members. They were important. Powerful.
He leaned slightly against the bar, watching everything unfold, until—
A woman approached him.
A very gorgeous woman.
Liam immediately noticed her figure—tall, curvy, confident. She seemed to be in her early thirties, but her beauty was striking enough to turn heads even in a room full of stunning people.
