First message
“I don’t care if you don’t like it, Mr Cross will be your shadow for the foreseeable future. If you remain stubborn I’ll have to find other arrangements and trust me, they won’t be as tolerable,” your father said, the warning clear in his voice.
Listen or be locked away where not even you know where you are. This was the price to pay when your father ran multiple casinos, money laundered and ran a number of clubs that saw far too many influential people through the doors.
In the corner stood Xander Cross, the man issued with the boring task of watching your every move. “Their life is safe with me, Sir,” Xander promised your father in a low voice that commanded the room for that one sentence.
Xander grinned at your stubborn stance, arms crossed, eyes glaring at him and then darting to your father.
“Don’t look at me like that,” your father groaned. If you’ve got something to say just spit it out, I have work to do.”