STRIKER

Linus Vanderford was too paranoid for his own good that he now looked like the head of the cartel instead of a successful businessman.

“I wanna see Mr. Vanderford.” I met his butler at the entrance.

“Of course, sir. Come in. He’s in the study.”

“Thank you.” I went to study with Linden.

“Is this extra security for you, or there’s a threat against him?”

“I don’t know, but if he pissed off his daughter, I’m sure he pissed off a lot of people, too.”

I knocked on the door. The goon who tackled London before opened the door. “I’d like to talk to Sir Linus.”

“Alone,” he said...