Chapter 7

Ronnell’s POV

The man in front of me had tears in his eyes.

It made me sick.

“You’re a cold-hearted bastard, you know that?” He wiped his bloody lips with the cuff of his shirt. “Does it make you feel good when you profit from my life’s work? Does it?”

I blinked my eyes at him, unimpressed by the show taking place in one of the dungeons in my security building.

Alex Rodriguez was bad at business, and he was looking for someone to blame when he should have been looking at his own reflection. It wasn’t my fault that he was running an illegal business or did contract with a company currently under investigation for the quality of their products.

“There’s nothing personal happening here, Alex.” I tucked my hands in my pockets. Finished with his unwanted conversation. “As of noon yesterday, you will vacate that premises immediately, or I will notify my security team that you are trespassing. Your choice.”

Tears flowed down his cheeks like