Chapter One Hundred and Three: "Cry me a river"

Xander leaned against his Jeep with his arms and feet crossed over one another as he waited for Kenneth Greene’s arrival. The man was due home any moment and Xander intended on getting the information he refused to share previously.

Just as he predicted, a few minutes later a grey BMW pulled into the driveway beside Xander’s Jeep and the man that emerged looked half annoyed and half scared to see him.

“What are you doing here?” Kenneth Greene sneered, after his head office burned down and nearly took him with it, he’s had the unfortunate task of trying to keep his business afloat after losing everything.

“I suppose you are willing to talk now?” Xander smiled sarcastically and the man across from him tensed.

“Come in.” He gritted out and retrieved his keys to unlock the front door to his house and led him to the study.

“It’s a lovely home you have here.” Xander commented, intent on getting under the man’s skin.

“Yes, perhaps you can refrain from burning it to the ground.” Greene’s