Chapter 104

Alaric’s POV

My phone buzzed with incoming messages. Even before I took it out of my pocket, I already knew what the messages would contain.

Dirt.

Dirt on the waiter who thought he could be smooth with my wife and sneak her his phone number with those damning words—No marriage is ever that serious.

That still burned my chest whenever I thought about it. 

Just tossing the receipt into the trash wouldn’t have been nearly enough—I’d soaked it in vodka and watched the ink fade away before I left for work.

And that was yesterday.

“We’re here, sir,” West announced as I opened my phone to the messages from Trip. I paid no mind to him, instead choosing to focus on what I was looking at.

And with every second that passed, a feeling of delight multiplied in my chest.

The boy was a drug dealer. Not only that, but he had been arrested several months ago for selling his sick grandmother’s medication while she was on her