Chapter 8

Reaper is in the living room having a scotch, and Caleb has a bottle of water in his hand. They might be working for me, but I consider them as close as friends to me.

"Caleb, get Micah free and hand him ten thousand dollars. Tell him not to fuck me up this time. His sister might have saved him once, but it wouldn't happen a second time," I mutter out clearly so that he will repeat what I just said.

Reaper stands as Caleb walks away, going to do what he was sent to do.

"Is everything good with the club? I didn't get to see your last message because London threw my phone out of the car window," I tell him.

Reaper doesn't show any emotions, just like me, the brute knows how to keep his mouth shut.

"Yes, Boss, everything is under control. Business is fine as well," he answers the question.

Nodding, I know what he is talking about when he says business is under control.

My dirty business. It better be, the last thing I want is the cop sniffing into my business, these days, they don