Chapter 451 Nest

"Who's your daddy, bitch?" he slurred, a grin stretching across his scarred face. "Come on, have a good time with me."

A few of his friends chuckled from behind him, watching intently to see what would happen next.

Rachel barely spared him a glance. "Sorry, I'm with someone else tonight," she said smoothly, sidestepping him without breaking her stride.

The man scowled but didn't press the issue. He wasn't stupid.

Rachel found Ross easily. He was exactly where she expected him to be—seated in the VIP section, exuding effortless dominance. 

He sat on a plush leather couch, legs spread, a glass of whiskey in one hand. The dim lighting of the bar cast deep shadows over his sharp features, giving him an almost dangerous allure. 

Around him, a few rough-looking men lingered, talking in hushed tones, but none dared to sit too close.

He looked like a king holding court.