Chapter 118 Nevio

• I'm the one drinking today since Cris decided he'd had enough alcohol to last him a lifetime. I would too if I got some annoying bitch pregnant. Zelda was a stripper in one of our clubs. I use the past tense because she decided that someone like Cris couldn't have a stripper for a wife and therefore decided to quit. Which wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't an arrogant wench.
• You know the type that thinks they have a right over a man's bank account just because they spent a night with them? Well, she's a hundred times worse. It's not about money but status for her. Cris is a respected person in this country. I guess normal people, those who don't know what he really does, would call him a billionaire.
• He has a few public companies and properties that act as a cover for the money we bring in from drugs and weapons. The cops call it money laundering, we call it making a living. Every time he goes out, of course, thirsty bitches take that opportunity to try and get his attention. Until almost a year ago when Carina came into the picture.