Isaac's POV…
As I turned to leave the club, a chill crept up my spine.
A black van rolled up outside, the men stepping out exuding an unsettling aura—dangerous, calculating, and intent on something sinister. I froze, eyes narrowing as a series of sleek black cars followed, parking with cold precision.
One of the men from the first car rushed to the vehicle in the middle, flinging the back door open. And then, he stepped out.
The man who emerged was a force of nature—handsome, lethal, his presence demanding attention.
There was a godly aura around him, like death itself had taken a human form. His eyes scanned the scene, and with a simple hand gesture, he commanded his men, who were armed to the teeth, ready to strike at his word.
The corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smirk as he started toward the club.
I knew then.
This wasn't just a visit—it was a storm waiting to break, and I had to get Skylar out before the chaos hit. Time was running out.