I hate loud places-kaid

Kaid’s POV

I fucking hated places like this.

Too loud. Too chaotic. Too many bodies pressed together like animals pretending they were free. The stench of sweat, alcohol, and desperation clung to the air like rot.

But I wasn’t here for pleasure. I was here to crush the syndicate that thought they could keep slipping of my fingers.

We stood in front of the club, its neon lights flickering like a dying pulse. Thane had his phone to his ear, frown etched deep on his face.

“She’s not picking up,” he muttered.

“Probably can’t hear it in there,” Ryker said, stuffing his hands in his jacket and glancing at the line of people snaking around the building. “This place is loud as hell.”

Exactly why I didn’t step foot in shitholes like this.

Caspian cracked his neck, a grin already pulling at his mouth. “I’ll go in. Take a look around.”

“Same,” Ryker said, already walking ahead.

I turned to Thane. “I’m not stepping in there.”

He looked at me, nodded once.

“I’m going around the back,”