CHAPTER 61

ALEXANDER

“Please, please don't!” The man from the bar warbled as he scooted back until his back slapped against the matte black BMW noisily.

I strode to meet the man slowly, Fredrick’s noiseless football shuffling behind me quietly as the man’s frantic screeches grated my ear.

“Help! Please help me! Somebody!” The socialite shrieked, struggling to open the door to his BMW before my hands laced around the starched collar of his suit shirt and I jerked him back, rather roughly, to the granite floor of the bar’s parking lot.

“Shut it Cinderella, I don't have time to play guessing games.” I seethed, striking my foot on the hard washboard abs of his midriff as the man whooshed a ball of blood onto the crisp silk linen of his suit.

“Good stuff. Must have been expensive,” I hummed grinding my feet into the uneven bumps of his abdomen and grinning when he struck his fist on my boot, barely denting the leather and groaning even more.

“Now,” I hissed, throwing up the ace and catching it before