Alaric closes the door behind his guests, I stand and stare at him.
"You own it?" I don't know why I'm questioning him. He does. I know he does.
"I do."
"And Jake knows." Of course, he does. Alaric could not have hidden it from him.
"No." He shakes his head and hands me a drink. "Jake knows about some of the businesses I run, the more low-key ones. These ones, however, the main ones, he has no idea about."
I still at his words. "Why wouldn't you tell him?" I don't understand.
"I had decided he wouldn't know until he was eighteen, then he would know the basics, like the s*x shops. The rest wouldn't be until he's at least twenty-one. He would be getting told about them in a few months, had he not just f****d you around and proved he can't be trusted."
All I can do is nod. "As you hear
