"Holy sh*t! If you have a death wish, don't drag the rest of us down to hell with you, big brother!"
Ruby Jordan felt tears pressing hot and heavy against the backs of her eyelids. She was on the verge of a complete breakdown. Jack Brooks wasn't just arrogant; he was a raving lunatic. He was a madman dancing on the edge of a volcano, and he had handcuffed her to his wrist.
She looked at Leo Shue, the man sitting across from them like a brooding gargoyle. Everyone in Northriver knew the score. Leo Shue wasn't just a hotelier. He was a titan who ate from both the black and white troughs—the criminal underworld and the legitimate business sector.
He owned over a dozen luxury properties like The Peninsula scattered across the city. But that was just the surface, the tip of the iceberg visib
