Angel's eyes widened in disbelief as she locked gazes with the figure slumped behind the cold, unforgiving bars of the jail cell.
It was him—the very same man who had brazenly stolen from her just the night before.
For a fleeting moment, she had convinced herself he had vanished into the shadows of the club, slipping away like a ghost. But now, reality hit her like a thunderclap: he hadn't escaped at all.
Instead, fate had cruelly tossed them both into this grim, confining place. She stood frozen for a heartbeat, her eyes locked on the man before her as he deliberately lifted his head, his gaze slowly climbing until it met hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
His dark eyes burned with a dangerous, almost predatory stare that seemed to pierce through the air between them, challenging her very presence. The tension in the room thickened as the seconds stretched, each one heavy with unspoken threats and daring.
