Not Just Any Woman

ROCCO

The penthouse is pure chaos. I start to respect the peace and quiet that Duchess Sapphire II offered before it got invaded by fang-wielding mythical creatures.

The men shuffle around me, some carrying cargos of dead weapons. The air is dense with the smell of cigarettes and ale. You would think that the boss being on his honeymoon meant that everything business-related would be paused until