At Crescent clubhouse

Jericho's POV

For the past few hours, I’d been in the Crescent clubhouse. It was the best clubhouse here in Dallas— the very club I’d met Leia.

It was Alex’s idea for us to hang out. He’d probably noticed how bad I was. I was literally losing some brain cells, Alberto, my most trusted henchman, had served me cold! It was a cruel betrayal.

Harshly but steadily, I kept drinking directly from the bottle of dark rum. My vision was pure red and my system was on shut down mode.

Today, Max broke the ugly news to me that Alberto, my henchman, had been the sneaky rat all this while.

The fucker had been working for Herman as a spy while playing a loyal henchman for me. He was the one who’d rang Herman about my visit to America.

The reality that I had been fooled and utterly betrayed by the very man I’d esteemed the most was like a death blow to my face. One that I couldn’t withstand.

My emotions got the best of me and all I wanted then was to wipe out the fucker’s face from the surface of