Hell to pay

“The Connor boy can hardly stand you, it must needle him to death that you surpass him even in the business world.” Axel said.

“But few people know I own Velora,” I said, totally unconvinced.

“He must’ve found out somehow,” Axel shrugged, “Think of it, we’ve had almost a decade of smooth operations. And suddenly we get attacked right after your disagreement with him?”

“Regardless of who’s behind this,” Sean cut in. “We have to nip it right now. Besides our reputation being at stake, we’re dead meat if our client list is published.”

I cursed, grabbed the bottle of Macallan, and drank a glass of whiskey neat.

I'll worry about the race later.

About a decade ago, I started Velora with my friends, as a subsidiary to the business my mother left solely to me. And in all these years, Velora has remained the best place to get exotic escorts.

This birthed our enviable clientele.

I’d lost count of how many world leaders were returning customers. Besides the quality of women we provided, confi