CHAPTER FIFTY
REED’S POV
I shouldn’t be here. Every instinct in my body is screaming that this place is a death trap wrapped in velvet and champagne. The venue itself is expensive enough to host politicians and criminals in the same room; which, knowing Saul, is probably exactly what’s happening tonight. I’ve learnt that underestimating Saul is like practically handing him victory on a silver platter. And I’ve damned if I let him win.
I keep my head down as I walk in, dressed clean, simple, forgettable. No Valiente arrogance. No billionaire heir swagger. Just another rich asshole blending into the crowd of rich assholes. It’s crazy how I easily get lost in this sea of people I don’t even know. Well, perhaps the asshole should have invested in better security.Because even with double th
