CHAPTER 80

ALEXANDER

My brother heaved a long-suffering sigh, seeming to ponder my question a bit before I craned my head just in time to catch his nonplussed shrug.

“It's a party of bidders Xade, fuckers’ r’ gonna be gunning for the shipment all night,” Fredrick hissed distractedly, snapping off the leather of his seatbelt and flicking his sunglasses over the locks of his golden hair to gape at the round-bottomed elite woman that strutted past, a comfy suited chauffeur on one arm and an expensive gold-studded purse in the other.

I felt the bulbs of my green eyes roll until they grazed the foam of the wet spaces behind my eyes.

It was like I was working the job with a hot-panted teenager.

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell the blonde-haired chad to get a hold of himself when an odd thought dropped into my head.

There were escorts in the building? How much more suspicious could this look when Darlene found out about it?

“Here, take this,” Fredrick hissed snippily after he’d snapped open the g