Owen
“Boss, she’s been hanging out with Zachary lately,” a voice beside me said. I grab a bill in my breast pocket and shake his hands. He grab the bill while I accepted his cigarette. Nodding, I face the counter and to the barista in front of me.
Ricardo poured Bourbon in my glass. He turn to the man beside me and squinted his eyes. Dismissing him, I tap my fingers on the marbled counter and drink the liquor in my glass.
Zachary was found a week later. I don’t know who to thank, if it is God or Satan, after knowing that the bastard is alive. I was thinking a snake or a wolf already eat him alive. Damn it.
Tightening my grip on my rocks glass, I glanced to the guy beside me when he started leaning on the counter, looking at me in the eyes. “What’s with you and Natasha? I thought you
