CHAPTER 90 Alternative

*Vic Kincaid*

I constantly kept rubbing my fake moustache and beard. It was itchy, but I needed a disguise.

I was at a sleazy club, seated alone at the bar, drowning my anger and frustrations in alcohol. Sadly, there was no Sasha to have fun with.

And now, she had to be punished. This meant death to her mother.

After the bad news from the diner, I quickly called the men I had sent to watch Sas