Chapter 310
Daphne
"Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!"
I fall to the floor in laughter, clutching my stomach, tears streaming down my face. I haven't laughed like this in...I don't even know how long. Possibly centuries.
Apparently, Vincent was robbed last night.
Robbed.
Not his men, not his operations, not a shipment intercepted—him. Personally. In his own home. While he was out throwing a tantrum over Elliot ignoring his calls.
Someone broke into his penthouse, bypassed his security, and cleaned him out. Cash, jewelry, weapons, documents—the kind of documents you don't want falling into the wrong hands.
You can't make this shit up.
Is this the big bad mafia? The terror of the underworld? The Viper who's supposed to be one of the most powerful Alphas in the city?
Robbed.
Like a tourist who left their wallet on the beach.
[He's trying to stop the news from spreading.]
I lose it again.
"OH MY GOD." I'm howling now, rolling on the floor of my room, not caring who hears.
