(MILES)
I'm borderline pissed when the omega seated alone at the Magna refuses a drink I bought him. It's been long since an omega turned me down. I can barely remember the last time that happened to me. Doesn't he know who I am? I'm Miles Caspar, second to Sasha Adonis, leader of the Triple Triad Syndicate. That alone commands a lot of respect in this city.
That alone should make the little fucker tremble in fear that he just disrespected Sasha Adonis' right-hand man. But his expression looks nothing like that when he glances over his shoulder. Instead, he looks smug.
Eritrea smiles apologetically then gives me a little shrug. She looks almost sorry for me. My cheeks heat. I'm not about to accept little embarrassments.
Fuck that.
I get up, bumping the table and two of my juniors who I'm with, Hank and Jay look at me questionably.
