Chapter 32

Allac State House, Finland

Alaina’s POV

I was sitting in Ajax’s kitchen – all lush with white porcelain and gray-black walls with sleek silver enhancements, all in all it looked Royale.

I twirled my cup of coffee, the rosy aroma of it calming my nerves. Years back it was a dark fable – the story of a kid who murdered his own father and converted his business of hard earned money to a Mafia empire ruling with an iron fist.

Now graciously standing at the counter with a recipe book in his hand, looking all adorable and confused, eyebrows scrunching together and lips drawn in a pout.

Can he be his father’s killer?

“Jax.”

“Hmmm…do you like Chinese or Italian?” he asked curiously.

“I like both, but a pizza would be nice for now.”

“Okay, pizza it is then.”

I shook my head and a smile fought its way to my lips when I saw him closing the cookbook and dialing Pizza Hut but soon my brain brought me back to reality.

“Jax…can we t