Chapter 15

This day was a hectic day for Beckett, but his body was already used to it. He pushed himself to work harder and be more determined just so he could escape from sadness every time he was alone.

What he wasn't used to was the fact that instead of resting and sleeping, Vivianne was still on his mind.

"Fuck," Beckett muttered as he drank the whiskey in his glass in one sitting.

Instead of staying in the penthouse, he went to the den where his men were. His dr*g cartel was one form of his escape. He would go there whenever he felt confused about life, while Nathan would keep watch over him.

"Do you have a problem, boss?" Nathan asked when he saw how troubled their boss looked. Nonetheless, he still looked handsome.

"Lovelife?" Nathan wanted to ask that, but he didn't want Beckett to throw a glass at him. Beckett was scary when he's mad, but Nathan didn't think he was angry. He could see the unease in his eyes.

"Nothing," Beckett replied as he clicked