Chapter 22

XANDER POV

The universe seemed to be smiling happily down at me these days. All of my shit was going so well that I could hardly believe that it was the case. In organized crime life, something always had to be wrong, someone had to vex me and then I end up drilling their skull with a bullet, or a dagger, or anything handy. But now, it was as if God was shining his face upon me. That's right, just because I killed people didn't mean I don't know God. Duuuuh!

All of my business, from the clubs and restaurants that ran above the ground, to the underground cash laundering, everything was merry. My new lackey at Club 40/40 seemed to have a formulated prospectus about how life with me ran.

It was safe to say, I was satisfied with all he was doing. It was as if he was cut for this kind of life, knowing when to talk, what to say when allowed to talk, knowing when to brood and gloat, and when to humble himself. I was surprised when he had called me in 6 days telling me he managed to collect