Tyrell's POV
I've been closely keeping tabs on Luca, questioning a few ladies, and all I've gathered are unsettling tales that even I find seriously disturbing. They despise him. From all the intel I've gathered, it's clear they don't like him one bit.
"I heard he once offed a member of his pack. I'm just relieved I wasn't around back then. Imagine what he'd have done to me. I can be a real nuisance, sticking my nose where it doesn't belong," a lady rants to me, her onion bagel breath hitting my face. "They say you're the new catch. But damn, you're hot. You could have me wrapped around your finger anytime you want."
I blink in confusion. Why would I want a stranger wrapped around my finger? She looks disheveled, her hair a mess, teeth a patchwork of yellow, brown, and orange. I wonder
