"Still looking?"

When in the suit Leif's body frame was tall and appeared to have a lean figure, athletic with little body fat but when that shirt was unbuttoned it clearly proved her wrong.

This man had well defined chest and abdominal muscles that weren't over the top but just right.

Like goldilocks, Quinn couldn't help but think, 'Not too big, not too small but just right.' As a trainer, she was much more sensitive to people's body frames. It wasn't anything creepy but an occupational hazard.

Leif felt slight annoyance. It was like he was right back in the gym locker room and boys would make fun of him for having a small body.

"Still looking?" he asked and Quinn covered her eyes pretending to be a modest woman but she was still peeking through her fingers. Please blame the alcohol because she normally wouldn't stick around.

"My mother and aunties. You said that someone might try and hurt me so... What if they come for them?" she asked and Leif pulled the lapel of his shirt closed while asking,

"Can't we discuss this later?"

Quinn turned around and showed her back to him before saying, "No I I I I won't be able to sleep in peace."

Leif finished buttoning back his shirt while blaming himself for leaving the door open. He was so used to staying alone and left it open without thinking. He was shocked that he even forgot that Quinn stepped into his bedroom despite his mentioning never to come into his space.

"I have already sent people to protect them in the shadows though I highly doubt they would go for your family. It's you that they would want and killing your family will only make me cautious and protect you more," he explained calmly and Quinn suddenly felt she was making a fuss over nothing.

She spun around but because she used too much force her drunk brain spun as well and she dizzyingly fell out of the room.

Leif, "..."

He walked over his steps domineering like he was going to stomp on her, well, that's what Quinn thought. He crouched down and asked, "Can't get up?"

Quinn looked up at him but remained motionless as she answered, "Yes."

Leif didn't believe her. He clasped his fingers and said, "Stay out of my bedroom otherwise I will fine you twenty grand each time," he said before getting up and closing the door in front of her.

Quinn, "..."

"Rich bastard. You even want to rob the poor," she mumbled but the door suddenly opened and he asked,

"Want to repeat that?"

Quinn didn't dare. She shook her head like a rattle and said, "I said nothing."

"I thought so," said Leif before closing the door.

Quinn staggered to her feet and walked back to the guest bedroom in silence but she was still cursing internally. Twenty grand to her was a year's worth of rent thus she wasn't willing to suffer such a loss.

A hot shower and a clean generic pyjama set made her feel as comfortable as the same feeling she had when drinking the honey water. If this was what married life was then she wouldn't mind doing it for a year.

Meanwhile, the industrial district of the city which should have been silent and dead with only a few cargo ships being offloaded was now busy and extremely chaotic.

The bright red and blue lights of squad and swat cars flickered as men and women in black uniforms moved up and down bagging evidence.

On the ground were men and women cuffed while lying down with their futures uncertain. "Sir... we found the leader. He was hiding underground in the warehouse office," reported a man clad in full protective gear like he was going to war. Looking at the guns on the floor it would make sense why he was dressed like this.

Commissioner Aldric motioned with his forefingers to bring him over. The man who was struggling and resisting was dragged over and forced to kneel.

Commissioner Aldric, who was already in a horrible mood asked, "Where is the last shipment?"

The man bleeding through the gash on his forehead glared at him viciously before spitting in his face.

The commissioner pursed his lips as though holding something back. His assistant handed him a clean handkerchief and he wiped his face clean with a look of disgust.

Thinking himself invincible the man spat at him again but this time his jaw was clamped shut and with a bam, his face was struck so hard that he saw stars. He fell back on the ground and commissioner Aldric kicked his shoulder turning him over. The pendant with a symbol of a falcon fell out of his collar.

The man began to yell, "Aren't you a police officer? You have laws to follow. This is police brutality.... Ssss, I will sue all of you," he yelled and hissed in between breaths from the excruciating pain.

Commissioner Aldric wiped his hands with a wet wipe handed over to him by his attendant as he said, "That law you are talking about applies to someone with respect for it in the first place. Since you broke it several times what right do you have to uphold us to it?"

The man gnashed his teeth and said, "Do you know who you just messed with? Hahaha, this is my token," he said trying to free himself from the cuffs and show the pendant on his body, "I am under the protection of the Concord. You are fucked... seriously fucked AHAHAHAHA," he laughed maniacally like he couldn't wait to see this man's head hung on a pike.

"Who do you think sent me?" asked the police commissioner with a taunting smile. He took the pendant off his neck and held it up underneath the moonlight.

With a sneer, he flung the blood covered pendant into the sea. With a plop, it fell in and sank to the bottom.

"Nooooo... You bastard. I will kill you. AAAAAHHHH!" he cried out like his soul was about to vacate his body. That's because police commissioner Aldric was stepping on the gunshot wound on his leg.

After that kind of torture, this fourth generation drug lord who hadn't suffered hardship in his entire life broke swiftly. When he murdered his father so he could inherit the position early he didn't think that he would need his help right now.

It was then he realised he was in over his head. His father was right. He wasn't and may never be ready to run the organisation.