The neon lights of the exclusive club shimmered against Victoria's skin as she walked in, every step exuding confidence. She was a vision—dressed in a deep red gown that hugged her curves, her lips painted the same dangerous shade. Every man in the room turned to look at her, but only one mattered tonight.
Rogers.
He sat at the VIP section, surrounded by bodyguards, his fingers lazily swirling a glass of whiskey. His sharp eyes landed on Victoria, and a smirk formed on his lips. He liked beautiful women, but he loved dangerous ones even more.
She walked toward the bar, deliberately ignoring him, knowing that would only pull him in.
"Buy you a drink?"
His voice was smooth, laced with arrogance. Victoria turned, feigning mild surprise before offering a sultry smile.
"I don't drink with strangers."
Rogers chuckled, gesturing for the bartender. "Then let's fix that."
As he ordered, Victoria subtly tapped the hidden earpiece in her ear, signaling to Ochieng and the team who were listening from a van outside.
"He took the bait," she whispered.
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Ochieng sat in the back of a sleek black SUV, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes fixed on the live camera feed from Victoria's hidden brooch. Beside him, Bruno and Jeff monitored the surroundings while Paul adjusted his gun, his expression cold.
"Once she lures him out, we strike," Ochieng said.
Bruno cracked his knuckles. "I've been waiting for this moment."
Jeff smirked. "Just don't get too excited. We need him alive—for now."
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Rogers leaned in closer to Victoria, his fingers brushing against her wrist as he spoke. "A woman like you doesn't walk into a place like this without a reason. Tell me—what's your game?"
Victoria tilted her head, playing her role perfectly. "Maybe I just like trouble."
He chuckled, standing up and offering his hand. "Then let's find some."
She took it, and together they walked toward the exit—straight into Ochieng's trap.