Somewhere in the outskirts where the King's Villa was, Dylan sat in his spinning leather chair with legs crossed and propped on top of the table in his office. For the first time in a while, the man had full clothes on.
His gaze was fixed on the outside, lost in thought while the cigarette in his hand burned out. He was brought back to reality when he heard Esmeralda's excited squeal and the sound of her heels. She was running. The woman burst through the door still running and had on a huge smile on her face.
"Oh my gooooosh! Guess what?" She sat her butt dwn on the edge of the desk right next to Dylan's legs. He raised his brows at her in question. Ignoring his lack of enthusiasm, she proceeded to spill the beans. "Guess who pissed off the underworld and is now, more than ever, everyone's target thanks to your little trick with Greco?"
"A.J?" His expression was full of shock and displeasure but she was too excited and missed it.
