Harry had fixed the weekend as the day to infiltrate The Raven's Nest. He spent the entire week preparing mentally for what he might find, and now the moment had arrived.The nightclub was exactly as he remembered from his brief surveillance—bustling with activity, music pounding so loud it made his chest vibrate, and filled with the kind of people who conducted business in shadows. Harry had never liked places like this, even in his past life. The noise, the crowd, the artificial energy—it all felt overwhelming and dangerous.But he was here for Lydia, and nothing else mattered.As Harry weaved through the dense crowd of dancers and drinkers, his eyes constantly scanned for any sign of the Black Vultures' distinctive tattoos or for Lydia herself. The club was massive, with multiple levels and dark corners where anything could be happening.Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure near the back of the main floor. His heart nearly stopped when he realized it was Alice Anderson, standing

The tension between Harry and Alice was thick in the air as they stood in a quieter corner of The Raven's Nest, away from the pounding music and crowd of dancers."Alice, you were completely wrong to put your life on the line like that," Harry said, his voice sharp with frustration. "You need to be more self-aware about the dangers you're walking into."Alice's eyes flashed with defiance. "Oh, really? And what exactly do you think you're doing here, Harry? It's the same thing for you.""That's different," Harry insisted. "I know what I'm dealing with. I understand the risks.""Do you?" Alice shot back. "Because from where I'm standing, you look just as reckless as you're accusing me of being."Harry ran a hand through his hair, trying to control his temper. "Look, Alice, you're smart—I'll give you that. But you need to learn how to move smartly, not just throw yourself into dangerous situations without thinking about the consequences.""The same applies to you, Harry," Alice replied c

Fear shot through Harry's chest as he watched Alice walk away. Despite their argument, he couldn't let her wander around The Raven's Nest alone—it was far too dangerous. He pushed through the crowd, following her deeper into the club.When he finally caught sight of her again, his heart sank. Alice was already talking to another man near the back bar, this one even more intimidating than the first. The stranger had multiple tattoos covering his arms and a scar running down the left side of his face.Harry's anger flared as he strode toward them, his protective instincts overriding his common sense."Alice, come with me," Harry said firmly, reaching for her arm. "We need to leave. Now."The tattooed man stepped between them, his chest puffed out aggressively. "And who the hell are you supposed to be, pretty boy?"Without waiting for an answer, he shoved Harry backward hard enough to make him stumble.Alice turned to face Harry, her eyes still blazing with anger from their earlier fight

When Rico approached with two glasses filled with expensive whiskey, Harry's instincts immediately went on high alert. Something about Vincent's sudden hospitality felt wrong—too convenient, too forced."Here's to our new business partnership," Vincent said with a wide smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The finest whiskey in the house for my new business partner."Harry accepted the glass but kept his expression neutral. "That's very generous of you.""Come on, drink up," Vincent pressed, raising his own glass. "We need to celebrate this momentous occasion properly."Alice, still caught up in the shock of Harry's successful purchase, took her glass without hesitation. "I still can't believe you actually bought this place," she said to Harry before taking a large sip of the whiskey."Alice, wait—" Harry started, but she had already swallowed."Don't be such a party pooper, Harry," Vincent said, his voice carrying a subtle edge of impatience. "Drink with us. We're partners now."Harry b

Alfred paced back and forth in his office, glancing at his phone every few minutes with growing concern. It had been hours since Harry had left for The Raven's Nest, and he hadn't heard a single word from the young man.Something was definitely wrong.Alfred picked up his phone and dialed Harry's number for the fourth time that evening. Once again, it went straight to voicemail."Harry, it's Alfred. Please call me back as soon as you get this message. I'm worried about you."Alfred hung up and continued pacing, his mind racing with possibilities. The Black Vultures were not good people to deal with, and he couldn't stop wondering if Frank was somehow behind Harry's disappearance.The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that Harry was in serious danger. Alfred knew he couldn't wait any longer—he needed to call for help.He scrolled through his contacts until he found Sergeant Myles's number and pressed dial."Myles here," came the gruff voice after three rings."Serg