CHAPTER 157

ALEXANDER

The air in my father’s secret penthouse was thick as tension danced in the space between the purple-eyed man and me, before I pushed the boulders of his shoulders slightly back, exhaling imperceptibly.

“You wish you could. We left the ring ages ago, and I covered all our tracks, you won't find dog shit even if you brought in the federal bureau,” I answered blithely, seething when the ring chief cracked an unnaturally wide smile, shaking his head and pushing away from me to stalk the length of the room.

“Oh I know very well how good you clean up Alexander, it's why you were the ring executioner after all,” He drawled, running white ringed fingers through his beard as his purple eyes slid to me, amusement making his almond-shaped eyes appear hooded.

I felt my body tense, my heart hammering against my ribs as the droning sound in my head became louder and louder when I realized Prince Charles was about to tell me something I wouldn't like. Something that was certain to make the