Chapter THIRTY-THREE ANDRES

I knew Ellie was pissed.

And it made me feel so fucking bad.

But I didn’t have time to explain.

As soon as this was done, I would tell her everything. First, I needed to know if my intel was good.

“Look, Mr. Ramirez,” Gary sneered like the condescending prick he was. “I know what you are. I looked you up. You work for those goddamn Russian gangsters. Now, I just wanna tell you, you didn't have to marry my ex to get her company.”

“You mean my company. I own Maxwell Mining now.”

“So you said, but you see, I am Maxwell Mining. I’ve been the managing VP for the last six years. I'll tell you what, you give me controlling interest. You let me run the company. And I’ll let you raise my son,” he said smugly.

“You would give me Sammy for a piece of Maxwell Mining?” I asked, not sure I could hate that smug motherfucker anymore than I already did.