Chapter 1
Cyan
There have been issues with Camella over the past year. Our relationship deteriorated somewhere around a few months ago.
She’s expecting me to take care of her and I wouldn’t mind if she wasn’t out flirting every night with someone new. Camella has gotten too comfortable for my liking.
I know what I say next is going to make me sound like an asshole. Judge me. It’s okay.
I’m attractive. Tall, broad. Muscular, but I’m lean. Dark hair and amber eyes. My beard kept close to my face. I’m also the head of the mafia here in Dark Meadows which means I have a lavish life.
It might be drama-filled, traumatic for some. I enjoy it and I’m good at it. I call Camella in, dreading this conversation.
She comes into the room. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a tight ponytail. Her face stiffened from surgery and Botox.
I can’t remember what she even looked like before all that. There’s nothing wrong with getting plastic surgery, but she looks borderline scary.
Motioning to the chair in front of my desk, I treat this like a business arrangement. “Camella,” I start and she looks at her freshly done nails.
“This isn’t working out.” I grit out. Disgusted by her lack of awareness.
That gets her attention. She drops her hand. Her face falls. The only way I can tell is by her parted lips. A huff emits from her and she leans back in her chair, folding her arms beneath her nonmoving breasts.
“You can’t be serious.” She whines. Her voice grinds against my nerves like nails on a fucking chalkboard.
I grin. “I am. Jeson has packed your belongings and has a car waiting.”
She opens and closes her mouth, looking like a Blobfish. Jeson is one of my men and my assistant in some ways. I’d never tell him that, though.
“You can’t do this.” Her face turns red, and she springs up to her feet. Her ebon eyes plead as she scrambles around the desk, falling to her knees.
“Get up!” I shout, annoyed she can’t be dignified. To be honest, I thought she’d shrug and leave. She’s been so interested in everyone else.
She gets up and I narrow my eyes. “You did this. Call Bex. He’ll console you.” I tell her, letting her know I saw the text log she tried to delete.
Camella attempts to explain, but I press the button on my desk, calling Dray and Devin to escort her out.
They come a second later, black suits and earpieces. No questions asked. They each take an arm and carry Camella out.
Her head twists and turns as she tells me I’m going to regret this. I let out a dark chuckle. The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner.
