Rett

It was my fucking wedding night and I wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wanted to be upstairs with my bride. The tap of my shoes upon the hardwood announced my arrival seconds before I entered the room outside of my inner office. Truly, the cameras in the hallway should have warned my men I was coming—that and the text message I sent for them to meet me here.

“Boss...” Leon said as I entered.

The lifting of my hand and a shake ...