Ramsey's POV

Billionaire's surrogate Stripper

Ramsey’s POV

The engine of my car died down as I drove into the dark garage. A cigarette dangling on the corner of my lips.

“Damnit stupid lighter.” I grumbled searching my pockets and the seats. It slipped my pockets I think.

I got out of the car and slammed the door hard and pressed a red button and the doors came apart and I walked in.

The harsh smell of liquor and cigarettes infiltrated my nostrils. The large cheers from the boys and it quieted down immediately when they spot me.

“Boss!” My boys bowed and one rose and lit my smoke and I took a long drag and puffed the smoke.

“You are having the times of your life while the job I sent is unattended!” I yelled and they shivered, bowing down their heads. It's about time I go for credible hitmen. They have failed me several times and my patience is running out. How long should I wait until they get it right? How much longer? Things are going smoothly for him each day while I ro