The Viper's POV
I haven't been happy for a while now. Everything is falling apart. My shipments are getting stolen and my men killed by unknown people.
I've tried getting a hold of whoever this is but it hasn't been successful. I don't know what to do.
My phone rang pulling me from my thoughts. "Yes?"
"I have a major problem, Viper." Zoe's voice echoed at the other side of the phone.
"What is the problem? I hate when people fail at simple tasks."
"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. I wanted to put him in trouble as you asked but he was able to turn the tides around. Now I'm on the way to the club. I have no where to go."
"Shit!" I mistakenly broke the glass of whiskey in my hands out of anger. "Does he know about everything?"
"No not yet, he was only successful in driving me out of the house. The police threatened me that if I go back there they'll detain me. That stupid maid ruined everything."
