EPILOGUE - WAR

Konstantin

I didn’t mention to Dimitri how pissed off Kai sounded over the mind link, and his urgent tone is making me haul ass towards his club. I mean, I’m glad for the separation from Dimitri and his depressive funk, but if something got Kai pissed off, I would rather deal with the sad brother than the angry one.

It’s 9 pm, usually the best time to keep the clubs open, but as I round the corner into Billionaire’s Row, I see no cars or people - it is empty.

“What the fuck?” Dimitri asks as he unclasps his seatbelt and looks around. “Where the fuck is everybody?”

I’m feeling just as fucking confused, especially when we get closer to The Slip, and I see Kai standing outside with Nikolai next to him. They turn their heads when they see our approach and when we get out of the SUV, they walk toward us.

“What’s going on?” I ask with a frown, and my confusion deepens when I see Kai’s double irises on display and the absolute fucking anger in his scent. Something has pissed him off so