“Boss?” Oliver questioned, he looked at the man in front of them; he was handsome, wealthy and even looked like a prince, yes Marcus was a handsome man but the man standing in front of them was a different type of handsome, his shoulder and biceps made him understand that the stranger was particular about his health but could he be the same Elvis that Jerome told him about?
“This is your boss?” he turned to Jerome who had a wide smile on his face; he nodded as an answer to the question. Without any more words Oliver charged toward him grabbing hold of his hair, “that’s for hitting a helpless old man!” he screamed holding unto handful of Roman’s hair;
“What the hell are you talking about?” Roman asked struggling to save his hair from Oliver, Marcus immediately tried his best to pull him
