Irresistible Temptation
“Victoria—”
But before anyone could move, the room filled with the sound of slow, deliberate clapping.
Nelson.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands in his pockets, gun resting casually at his hip. His dark eyes swept over the scene—his fallen men, the blood, the sheer audacity of their betrayal—and a slow, amused smile spread across his face.
“Well,” he drawled. “This is... disappointing.”
Victoria instinctively stepped in front of Becca and Cherish, her body tensing.