SENNA
I'd been getting ready to leave for a meeting this morning when one of my men came to inform me about the strange man requesting to see me. I hadn't wanted to, but they tagged it as necessary. He had also been wounded, so I believed it was something serious.
So I shifted the meeting to an hour later to have time with this strange man.
He looked unkempt and like he had escaped rehab. He was a drug addict. I could see it from his eyes, teeth and skin. He also sported bruises, so it meant he had been beaten up by a group he owed money.
"I have dirt on Diablo." He said as soon as he got to the door of my mansion.
I gave him a once over, taking in his unkempt demeanour. I took the steps down and lowered to sniff him. Then I leaned away. "Coke addict?"
He began shaking his head, but
