Mated to the Alpha Don
Two heads were always better than one.
Vincent nodded breezily, leaning back in the chair across from my desk.
“There is nothing out of the ordinary about Evelina,” Vincent said honestly, but I could sense a wariness in his tone. “She was born to Joel and Nikita Perez. Nikita divorced her husband when Evelina was seven. Fucker dislocated Evelina’s arm at one of Sinclair’s work related events. I wanted to rearrange Joel’s face. He’s still slinking around here in the packhouse trying to find someone who will give him alcohol.” Vincent’s face became ominous as he spoke. “Suceeded last night but we were able to get the bottle away from him.”