Chapter Sixteen

It had been months since I last visited Sammy's with Hannah. Back then I was just a troubled teenager who needed free booze and rock music to vent out the pain and frustration from her system.

But now I was Daniel Rutherford's wife who was told how to behave and who walked around with a giant bodyguard beside her. So, obviously I did not blend into the rouge crowd of the club. On top of that the expensive silk fabric wrapped around my perfectly maintained body was definitely something that stunned Hannah. Her face went from happy to surprised. Her eyes moved to Nathan standing behind me in his usual black tailored suit, his hair pulled back in a man bun and his ever intimidating eyes.

"How are you so lucky to have a literal Norse God as your husband and a Greek God as a security?" Hannah spoke, leaning her head down to my ear and eyes taking in Nathan.

"I'm sure this place doesn't care if you're a minor." Nathan said, his eyes fixed on my friend.

"And who are you, my father?" Hannah s