Chapter 50

Alpha Cole continued to stare at the file on his desk. He ran his index finger down the image of the stripper, time and time again. The fiery flame of red hair, scattered all over her head like a lion's mane, the immaculate emerald color of her eyes, pointed nose, and perked lips, everything reminded him of her. The girl was a spitting image of someone he once knew.  Once the knock on his door came, Alpha Cole pushed the file away, allowing it to roll to the distant end of the table. He sat up, and adjusted his posture, before calling out to the visitor. He picked up a stick of cigarette from the packet, stuck it between his lips, and burnt the bottom with the lighter that had sat on his table. The door creaked open and his son's assistant stepped in.  "Good day Alpha Cole." He saw the man bow as he spoke. Alpha Cole took one long drag and puffed the smoke into the air. His nostrils widened to sip the flavor of the tobacco. He closed his eyes to savor the smell and the burnt taste it l