Harlow Pov
"Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of risk for a pretty face, sweetheart."
Victor Sanders took a slow sip of his bourbon, his dark eyes dragging over my corset before locking onto my face. He wasn't like the other patrons that visited here, I could tell this man was f*****g rich by the scent of his perfume. After the last incident with Vanya, Piper had insisted on following me to the club and back despite my resistance.
"What about Max?" I had asked before we left. "You know you're the only one I trust to take care of him
If you follow him, who's going to take care of him?"
"Nothing is going to happen to him. His the heir to the pack. The person you should be worried about is you. If something were to happen to you, Max is as good as dead." she said, styling my hair.
