Betrayed
Forty-Seven: Alessio
My driver opens my door, letting me out of my limo. We are in back of the hottest b**m club in New York. I smile as I walk towards the bouncer that is guarding the back door of the place. I never use the front door. Using the front door is like announcing to the world where you are. Since my wife had run away from me, I have been in hiding. Here for the last couple of months I have slowly been making my way back out. The heat was put on me because my lovely little wife who I thought was docile decided to go to the feds when I killed that b*stard that was sand bagging me.
Shaking my head, letting out a breath. I walk towards Jerome. “Hey Jerome, you ready to come and work for me yet?” Hearing his chuckle as he shakes his head no. “Naw dog, you know boss nee
