Alexander's Pov

The oak doors of our hideout's dining hall creaked open, and Aaron Sterling strode inside, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room.

His presence was always imposing, his shoulders broad, exuding the kind of power only money could buy. His guards followed closely behind him.

His deep voice cut through the air.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded as he made his way into the dining room.

I leaned back in my chair, keeping my expression composed. "Nothing, ...