A Void No One Can Fill

THE HELLCAT BROTHEL

The dimly lit Hellcat Brothel pulsed with quiet conversations, the clinking of crystal glasses, and the lingering scent of expensive cigars and perfume. The establishment was one of the most exclusive in the city—where power, corruption, and money ruled above all else.

Behind the velvet curtains in a private lounge, Richard sat with Bella.

Bella sat elegantly across from him, legs crossed, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass. Her expression was unreadable, though beneath the calm facade, there was something unsettling about tonight.

Richard took a sip of his drink before speaking. "The clients from Italy and Spain will be arriving soon."

Bella merely hummed in response.

"They're dangerous men, Bella."

She finally looked up, her emerald eyes sharp. "And when has that ever stopped you from doing business?"