Brandon
“What the f**k you want me to do?” Adrian said, rubbing his hand down his face in frustration. “He is here because I allowed him the entry, you can’t just throw him out because your ego is hurt.”
“That’s not how you f*****g do the business. He went behind my back to go to you and you did the same.” I gritted out, my temper was flying through the roof since this morning and now watching the Italian roaming around my club only set it on fire more than before. It reminded me of how my best f*****g friend had betrayed me by going behind me and dealing with him.
“Is this about her, your personal assistant?” He asked coming to stand beside me on the railing from where I looked around the club.
The Royal club was a place where women seeked refugee and employment, when I had rescued t
