Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King
Without them, all I have left is to be heartless.
The doors slide open to the elevator. I enter my biometrics, letting the walls scan me from every angle, as I order it to descend, several floors beneath Grant Group, into the vault. Only a few people know it exists, and even fewer people have access. Reggie can enter, but he never does, and Katelyn, but only because she is the one who designed everything inside this room. The two of them jokingly call this my “Bat Cave.”
“Just don’t think I’m Robin, Batman,” Reggie once chuckled.