Alexander Arlan Ainsley POV

I was very happy to chat with Arletta. Her face seemed a bit awkward, but that was not a problem. My girl seemed to have forgotten about me. She even called me by my formal title. Considering the situation we had been in, was it possible for me to start buying her gifts and slip the mini CCTV in there?

I sipped my cappuccino as I looked at the glass. I could see the scenery outside and yeah, even the shadow troops seemed to be watching the area. I was thankful that I never wanted to be second-in-command to the Godfather, because now I could hang...