CHAPTER FIFTY.

I kept looking at the woman and I could swear that it was Ayita but what was she doing here? This was the last place I was expecting to see Ayita but here she was actually dressed so skimpily and serving drinks, really? Why the hell was she in Russia by the way?

“Mr zayn” I saw my client walking towards me with a sleazy smirk on his face while a cigarette was hanging between his lips.

“Mr Romero” I stretched out my hand and he took it before taking a seat opposite me, he owned the club and everyone inside were under his wing. How the hell did she end up meeting romero?

Well that was none of my business, we were no longer acquainted.

“We could have had this meeting somewhere else Romero, this place is too noisy for me”

The man in front of me smiled as he puffed smoke out of his mouth,

“I am in your territory zayn, I can’t act rashly or I may lose my life. I have heard your story and I don’t want to mess with you, at least not when we have business”

“Hmmm” I nodded, this was how the