Jungkook looks at me, confusion etched on his face, but before he can speak, chaos erupts.
Men burst into the room, guns drawn. I recognize some of them as casino staff—the bartender, the croupier from another table, and even the coat check attendant. They’re all pointing weapons at Jungkook and his lieutenants, mostly ignoring the rest of the Bratva representatives aside from keeping them from drawing their guns.
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