Mikael’s Thoughts

Mikael’s POV:

I sighed out loud as the sound of another loud jeep driving past made my head hurt slightly. What is it with Americans and large cars, I wondered.

The presence of Madden made me stiff. Calling the tension between Acker Madden and I awkward was an understatement to say the fucking least.

I grunted out loud, my fingers flexing as I debated the chances of me getting a smoke right then.

It was only going to be for a second…

My fingers inched towards the cigars in my right inner pocket. Maybe a smoke would get rid of the damn stiffness I felt.

“Don’t even think about it, Serrano,” Acker Madden, the famed fucking Madman of the United Kingdom, Europe and the most of Asia, warned in his British burr. He was also the only thing standing in my way.

“It was just a thought,” I kept my tone light and innocent.

“Just reminding you,” he replied. “You act like you’re above the rules, after all. You’re practically royalty in our circles.”

My ire was ignited and I barely kept my hands in