"Wait!" Kaelen jumped up.
"Let him go," Kieran stood up calmly, fixing his jacket. "Let him dance. We watch."
Kieran looked at the Russian partners who were still looking at the floor.
"Meeting over," Kieran said icily. "Get out."
The Twins walked to the glass balcony of the booth. They looked down.
Elian was on the dance floor, moving like liquid silver.
The Twins watched him with Possessive Love.
"He is Breathtakingly beautiful," Kieran whispered. "He is ours."
Suddenly, a drunk man in the crowd grabbed Elian's waist from behind.
"Come here, pretty boy," the man sneered.
Elian struggled. "No! Let go!"
Kaelen didn't take the stairs. He vaulted over the VIP railing, landing on the dance floor like a superhero (or a villain).
He marched through the crowd, parting them like water.
He reached the man.
He didn't speak. He grabbed the man's hand that was touching Elian.
CRACK.
The sound of the bone snapping was louder than the music.
The man screamed and fell to his knees.
"MY HAND!"
Kaelen stood over him, looking like death.
Security guards rushed in Sebastian was leading them.
Kaelen didn't look at the man again. He just flicked his hand at Sebastian—a small, careless signal.
Take out the trash.
Sebastian nodded. Two guards dragged the screaming man out of the back exit. He would not be seen in this city again.
"Take Me Home"
The crowd was terrified. They made a wide circle around Kaelen.
Elian stood there, trembling, holding his bruised wrist. The adrenaline was fading, and the alcohol was making him dizzy again.
He looked at Kaelen.
In his drunk mind, he didn't see a villain who just broke a man's hand.
He saw the "Super Hot Guy" who saved him.
Elian stumbled forward.
He wrapped his arms around Kaelen's waist and buried his face in Kaelen's chest.
"You..." Elian mumbled into Kaelen's expensive shirt. "You smell really good. Like... safety."
Kaelen stiffened, then melted. He wrapped his arms tightly around Elian, shielding him from everyone.
"I've got you," Kaelen whispered into Elian's hair. "I've got you, kitten."
Kieran arrived next to them. He draped his heavy tuxedo jacket over Elian's shivering shoulders.
They looked around for Elian's friends.
Jax was currently losing the arm wrestle and laughing hysterically.
Chloe was doing shots with the DJ.
Milo was throwing glitter at strangers.
They were completely wasted. They didn't even see the two most dangerous men in the city carrying their best friend away.
"His friends are useless," Kieran noted coldly. "Good for us."
Elian looked up at them with big, violet, sleepy eyes.
"I'm tired," Elian whispered, leaning his full weight against Kaelen. "Take me home."
The Twins exchanged a look.
To Elian, "Home" meant the Sterling Mansion.
To the Twins, "Home" meant only one place.
"As you wish," Kieran said softly.
Kaelen scooped Elian up into his arms.
"Night night, hot pillow," Elian whispered.
Elian instantly fell asleep, his head resting on Kaelen's shoulder, trusting them completely.
The Twins walked out of the club, leaving a stunned crowd behind.
They carried their prize to the limousine.
Destination: The Obsidian Penthouse.