Good Girl Gone Bad
But first, Lennox had to deal with his doubt.
He slammed the glass down, shattering it. Shards flew across the desk, one slicing his palm. Blood welled up, hot and red. He stared at it, the pain grounding him. This was real.
The chaos was starting...
Hours passed, or maybe minutes — he lost track. His phone buzzed. “Talk,” he demanded.
“I got something, boss.” Marco said, his voice was low. “The woman — she worked at a club Zeus owns. It was positive, that girl, she's a Vincenzo. Saoirse Vincenzo.”