CHAPTER 12

ALEXANDER

"Listen closely son, what I'm about to tell you, no one can ever find out."

That was six hours ago, in the basement of one of my father's cold rooms where he'd given us the briefing of our next hit just before my wedding.

" Earl Kosker, new in the game, made off with a hundred million off one of the ring's elite, get the money clean or dirty, just no traces to us, how you punish him is your business." My father's warning ricocheted between my ears as Fredrick fishtailed the matte- black G-wagon into the neatly kept estate where the target lived.

He'd permed the unruly strands of his short yellow hair backwards so he looked like a business man, a particularly mischievous business man.

"Quit staring Sherlock, all you gotta do is ask and I'd take care of that balding hairline for you in no time." My brother grumbled, flicking air behind his ear.

I ignored him, I did not have a balding problem, my hairline ran almost all the way to my thickset eyebrows. Fredrick on the other han