Chapter 41

DISCLAIMER

I AM SURE ALL OF YOU HAVE NOTICED, THAT ARI IS NOW BEING ADDRESSED BY HER REAL NAME. SO DON’T GET LOST IF YOU SEE HER IDENTITIES BEING LOOPED AS THE STORY GOES BY.

RARE

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LEIGH-ARI POV

I stood on the terrace outside my bedroom facing the night sky and enjoying my bottle of whiskey. The glass was way too bothersome, and the liquor hit differently when I gulped it straight from the bottle. I had on my face, the biggest grin which I even thought my face was going to split into two. Me, motherfucking Leigh-Ari Montreal who grew up hell-bent about saving lives, either by nook or crook, a girl who would chomp off a damn head if anything got into my way of saving a life. I was always someone who would rain hell like a hurricane on anyone who told me anything about cartels because of how bloody they are. I used to flinch and shudder from the mere mention of cocaine, M&M, and shit. Yet here I was, with a smile of triumph after successfully cleaning 50 fucking thousand dollars, and