Alec’s Pov
I flipped the stack of papers before me, my eyes scamming through the pages.”This is good; you have done a nice job,” I remarked to the guy standing before me.
“My money for the secret.” He asked, and I passed him a small box of money.
While I packed the papers, he left the room and drove to my mafia boss. I walked into his big room, smelling badly of alcohol, with a stick of cigarette stuck in between his fingers.
“You’re back already. Realizing you have nowhere else to run to.” He spat with so many green veins.
I laughed out loud, placing a stack of books on his desk. “I have very good evidence to ruin you now. If you hesitate to bring out my woman,” I threatened, my hand dipped into my pocket.
His jaw dropped as he ran through the papers. “W—what? " he stammered, fe
