Jessica’s POV
I lean against the leather seat of my car, tapping my manicured nails on my phone as I wait for Michael. My lips curl into a smirk. He thinks he's using me, but he has no idea who he's dealing with.
A few minutes later, he arrives at the dimly lit parking lot, his bike screeching to a stop. He swings his leg over and walks toward me, his usual cocky swagger on full display. I roll my eyes but keep my expression neutral as I step out of the car, a thick envelope in my hand.
"Finally," he says, reaching for the money.
I pull back slightly, just to toy with him. "You did what I asked?"
He smirks. "Of course. I scared the hell out of her, and now she’s got a bunch of guards around her house. Guess who probably sent them?"
I raise a brow. "Stanley?"
He nods. "Who else? I sa
