Few hours later…
“Where the f**k is Mick?”
His guards dragged Mick into the room within minutes.
Mick barely had time to speak before Alec’s fist landed in his stomach. The man crumpled to his knees, coughing blood. Alec didn’t even pause. He grabbed Mick by the collar and threw him against the wall like a ragdoll.
“I gave you one job. Watch her. Watch Catherine,” Alec seethed, pacing like a caged beast. “And what did you do? You let her bleed a million out of my floor like it was Monopoly money!”
Mick wheezed. “She—she just played. I thought she was lucky—”
Alec roared. "Lucky?!"
He kicked Mick so hard in the ribs that something cracked.
“She knew which tables were rigged, which machines weren’t. That’s Leon’s playbook. Not mine. Leon designed that system! So how in God’s name did
