I Kissed My BestFriend’s Brother. Now What?
My legs hurt like a bitch for standing hours without stop, just so I could track the movements of those fuckers, who would stop at nothing to take every flicker of happiness in me.
Five minutes after sitting and probably relaxing, one of my staff yelled, his voice jotting me awake. “Boss! The Irish mafia are moving!”
I literally jumped out of the chair and rushed to the big screen at the far end of the office, staring at the red dots as they moved from one blue line to another.
“Where are they going?” Mr Lawrence asked.
“They are after something… no, someone.” I revealed and all eyes fell on me.
“Mr Lawrence, check the movements of Kaida.”