Chapter 26

Tariq's eyes remained fixed on Jaber Sloane, who was clutching a blood-soaked rag to his head where the bottle had shattered. The air in the VIP room was thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and the metallic tang of blood. Tariq didn't look at the chaos around him; he looked only at the man responsible for his wife's torn clothes. He leaned slightly toward Mazen Al-Ghamdi. "Will this be difficult for you?" Tariq asked, his brow furrowing just enough to signal a shift in his patience. Mazen...