In a place like this, causing trouble in the open would bring unwanted attention. Guards would arrive within moments, and the entire district would light up. If he wanted to finish this cleanly, he needed access to one of those private rooms.
His fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the table.
Brute force wasn't an option, not here.
He scanned the restaurant again. Servers moved back and forth carrying trays of food. A pair of guards stood near the VIP corridor, pretending to be decorations while watching everyone who passed. Guests laughed, drank, and talked business, unaware of how close death already was.
Aiden took a small sip of his tea.
So, the problem is simple.
How do I get inside?
His gaze drifted toward the kitchen entrance, then to the servers, then back to the guarded hallway. His mind began sorting through possibilities, weighing risks and timing.
This was a rich man's playground.
Which meant there were always back doors.
Aiden finally made his move.
