What's Layla's car doing here? I wondered as I stepped out of my car.

I ignored the feeling that Layla could be here. “It's impossible.”

“Boss, let's go.” Larry urged and I followed.

We got to the hideout that I had been using for years, since I was in the military.

The greenhouse blended with the trees and bushes making it hard to notice it. From afar, the building looks like a tall tree, surrounded by thick bushes.

Some sturdy guys walked over, bowing slightly. “Boss, we took care of her.”

“Hmm,” I nodded my head. “Make sure it doesn't come back to me. I don't want my wife involved...