Chapter 12

«LAYLA»

Finally, I was done for today... Or more like for now since I would still have to conclude the rest of the day's work once I returned to the mansion. I took the elevator down and phoned Jonas to pick me up.

I walked past the front desk and outside the building. The red ferrari was already parked. Jonas leaned against the car waiting for me. Either the black camo outfit and dark shades was part of the uniform or he just enjoyed the in-between look of an underground gangster and a black belt ninja.

“Milady,” He straightened and bowed as I approached.

I acknowledged him with a nod. He opened the back seat for me.

“Your driver is here.”

True enough, I sighted a stranger at the wheels. His well ironed navy blue suit glinted in the sunlight. “My credentials,” He said offering me his license.

Gloves, I noted. As well as a British accent.

I glanced at the card and shrugged sitting down. I wasn't the fucking sherif anyway.

Jonas closed the door and walked around the car, sitting at