Sin For me, Daddy.
He held a dossier in his hand, but he knew better than to speak first.
Without turning, Drystan’s voice sliced through the silence.
“My lord.” Rocco bowed.
“This is the information you requested.”
Drystan forward slightly picking up the glass of cup that contained a wine, from the table in front of him. He leaned back into his chair, still giving Rocco his back. His voice was a low growl that commanded obedience. “Tell me everything you’ve learned about Nobel Write.”
Rocco cleared his throat and opened the folder. “Nobel Write is a multi-million dollar writing company, headquartered here In Italy. They specialize in ghostwriting, book publishing, and literary services for people who aspire t