Author’s POV
“What you got on her?” Ronald snapped at the dude in black suits standing across from him, his voice slicing through the dim-ass room like a f*****g knife.
“She’s being watched, but we can’t get close. Damon’s got his guys on her. He’s sniffing us out too,” the man said, steady but nervous as hell.
Ronald’s lips twisted into a creepy-ass smile, eyes glinting like a damn predator as he checked his phone. “I’m closer to her than he thinks. Got someone on her every f*****g move, and if Damon doesn’t play my game, we hit him before he even blinks.”
The man nodded, face blank. “Have men track her ass, watch who she’s with.”
“Yes, Boss, I’ll keep the guys updated,” he said, getting the f**k out.
As he left, a chick twirled in, heels clicking like she owned the damn place. Jane
