My Fiancé Married Me To His Brother

Every light in the club swiveled upward. They focused on the VIP balcony overlooking the dance floor.

The crowd froze.

Killian Gibson stood at the railing.

He held a glass of amber liquid. He wasn't looking at the crowd. He wasn't looking at Luke.

He was looking directly at her.

Two men in black suits materialized behind Luke. They didn't speak. One of them kicked the back of Luke's knee.

Luke hit the floor with a crack.

"Hey! What the-"

"Mr. Gibson requires quiet," the bodyguard said. His voice was flat.

Luke looked up at the balcony. His face went white. "Mr. Gibson... I... I was just..."

The bodyguard grabbed Luke by the collar and dragged him backward. Luke's heels scraped across the floor. He didn't dare scream.

Killian didn't even blink.

The club was dead silent. Five hundred people, and you could hear a pin drop.

Elsie gripped Delia's arm. Her nails dug into her skin. "Oh my god. Delia. Look."

Delia looked up.

Killian raised his glass. He tilted it toward her. A toast.

I see you.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. It wasn't fear. It was... recognition.

She grabbed her tequila glass. She held his gaze. She raised her glass and downed the rest of the shot.

A slow smile spread across Killian's face.

The music blasted back on. The spell broke. But the air around her felt charged.

A bartender appeared at their table. He set down a glass filled with a dark, smoking liquid.

"Compliments of the gentleman upstairs," the bartender said. "It's called 'Dangerous Love'."

Elsie squealed. "He is totally into you!"

Delia stared at the drink. It was a trap. A beautiful, intoxicating trap.

"We need to go," she said.

"What? No! Stay!"

"Now, Elsie."

She dragged Elsie toward the exit.

They reached the doors. But a large figure blocked the way.

Dirk. Killian's assistant.

"Miss Fitzgerald," Dirk said. He wasn't smiling. "Mr. Gibson insists. It's raining. He will drive you home."

Delia looked past him. The rain was pouring again.

"I have a friend," she said.

"A car has been arranged for Miss Kidd," Dirk said. "You come with us."

It wasn't a request.