Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 648

Late night, inside the car.

Orson and Chris watched the figure strutting under the streetlights, wishing they could just slam the gas and get the hell out of there.

Outside, Zion was decked out in black leather from head to toe, standing under the neon glow. His tall, athletic frame had every girl on the sidewalk whipping out their phones for a picture.

The worst part? He was waving like he was in a damn parade.

Orson’s face darkened.

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. “Remind me why I thought bringing him was a good idea?”

A moment later, Zion leaned down, knocking on the window with a cocky grin.

Orson rolled it down just enough. “Ever heard of keeping a low profile?”

Zion grinned wider. “What, don’t you think I look good?”

Classic Zion—never answers the question.

Just then, Chris nodded toward the front. “They’re here.”

Orson looked up, eyes narrowing at the man stepping out of a flashy sports car, arms draped around two women. He could feel rage boiling up inside.

He went to open the door, but Zion held him back.

“Hey, you called me for a reason. Let me handle this,” Zion said with a raised eyebrow.

He shut the door, spun around, and strolled off, cigarette dangling from his lips.

All it took was one look, and one of the women on the guy’s arm was already lost in his gaze.

The guy bristled, instantly pissed, and grabbed Zion, dragging him into a side alley—probably thinking he could put him in his place.

As Zion walked into the alley, he shot a quick glance back at the car.

Orson and Chris slipped out, coming in from another side street.

This was the bar district. Fights were as common as spilled beer—no one even blinked if they heard a scuffle.

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