Alexander's POV

I felt like throwing my laptop across the damn room. 5 hours and absolutely nothing. Liam was slouched on my couch with a bottle of brandy. "Whoever did this, planned it out very well. Not only did they manage to indefinitely shut my mine down, but they did a clean job. It's fucking flawless," I mumbled out deep in thought.

I had incurred a huge loss by shutting down one of my mines. It was my biggest land mass yet and the land was too good to ever be barren. The person who fucked with me is going to be a dead man when I find out.

I know for a fact it's not William and Therese. There's no way in hell they can pull this off. Besides, I'm slowly destroying Ashford and Co. and they are busy trying to fix a lost cause. They would have never had the money or the resources to pull this off.

So who the fuck could it be?

"I'll find something soon. My team is working on it. Just give me a few more days," Liam said drowsily.

I walked to the couch and grabbed the bottle of brandy from his hand and took a swig. "Go home, Liam. It's late. I'll get Leeroy to drop you."

Liam let out a massive yawn and stood up. "I'll just crash in your guest room. Goodnight," he said and grabbed the bottle of brandy from me and began walking out.

"What about Isabella?" I questioned at his nonchalant behaviour.

"Visiting her mom for the week in Spain." I rolled my eyes at his sluggishness and left him to do his own thing.

Jock and Lev were sending me constant updates about Rachel and I was glad to see that she was having fun. She's still young and has a lot to experience. Even the little things such as clubbing and having a night out. Her life has been anything but good but I will do everything in my power to make her happy. I want to give her the entire world. I liked Rachel more than most people in my life. She's the first woman to ever have such an impact on me and I was baffled at how I reacted when it concerned her.

The only thing that was pissing me off was that she wasn't keeping her distance from that Egyptian boy. If I could, I'd break his legs but Rachel wouldn't be too happy about that.

Just then my phone buzzed. I expected it to be an update from Jock or Lev but instead it was a video from Rachel. A very drunk, Rachel.

She's wearing that!

She had on the shortest and tightest little black dress with half of her breasts on display. Her creamy white mounds looking so exquisitely delicious. I'd be panting like a bitch in heat if she was in front of me right now, desperate to get my mouth and tongue all over them. If she even bent down a little, she'd flash her ass because that's how short her dress was.

She looked so hot though.

I pressed play on the video and my jaw ticked seeing my wife dressed so sexily without me present. It was a video of Rachel, Julia and Deana modelling in the murky club bathroom and laughing. Undoubtedly they were all drunk and had no idea what they were doing.

"Shake it, Rach!" cheered Julia and pushed Rachel forward while Deana screamed in the background and fell down hard on her back.

Rachel stepped forward cluelessly as she stumbled a little, "Shake what?" she asked with a pout.

"God, Rachel we have so much to teach you. Turn around and shake your bum!" Deana yelled from sitting on the filthy floor.

Rachel eyes were a bit red from all the alcohol ingested and her movements were slightly wobbly. "But...I don't know how to shake," she innocently said and cupped her ass.

Julia and Deana both stepped forward and sandwiched her. "Just follow our lead," Julia said and placed her hands on her hips from the front while Deana did so from the back. "And sway!"

Once again that loud girly pitch of drunk happy screams were heard and I wanted to rip my eyeballs out at what I was watching.

3 drunk girls grinding on each other.

2 blondes on either side of my wife touching her inappropriately.

My phone rang and checking the caller ID made me pissed but somewhat happy.

I didn't even bother with the pleasantries. "You're wearing that in a club full of men?!" I growled out angrily.

All Rachel did was giggle and hiccup. "I-I thought I looked g-good," she slurred barely pronouncing her words properly.

"You do look good, princess. Too good. You only dress like that for me," I said through clenched teeth because I could only imagine what the other men in the club thought of when looking at her and it didn't make me a happy man. "Are you alright? Did you need something?"

I heard a lot of shuffling and some groans from Rachel before she spoke. She drank something, water I assumed since I could hear her down the vicious gulps. The background club music was slightly fading away. "No, No. I'm having a great time," she said a little more structured. "Deana and Blake are having sex in his car," she whispered as if she was telling me a top secret and giggled happily into the phone.

Involuntarily a smile came onto my face hearing her. "And the other 2?"

"Other 2?" she asked quizzically. "Oh! The other 2," she said giggling some more. "Julia left because she started puking everywhere, it was so icky" Rachel said lazily, "And Amir is waiting for me. I promised to dance with him. I better g-."

I didn't even wait for her to finish the call. I abruptly hung up and grabbed my cars keys. No fucking way is she getting close to him. I'll kill him! I'll fucking torture him!

Getting into my car, I drove like a madman. I arrived within record time at the club with my disheveled appearance. It was around 1 in the morning and the queue to get in ran for at least another kilometre.

"Ah fucking hell!" I cursed taking out my phone. 'Olympus' was owned by Vladik Russo. A real shark when it came to clubs and bars. Top of his batch and absolutely ruthless. I knew he had some dealings with the mafia world and it was always good to have some people in that sector as an acquaintance.

Walking up to the security guard and bouncers, I ignored the protests from the other people and called up Vladik. Thankfully he answered on the first ring.

"What's up, Viotto?" he said casually.

"Your club, Olympus-"

"Hold on," he said and I saw the bouncer intently listen to his ear piece and afterwards allowed me to go in much to the people's dismay.

"Thanks, I owe you one," I said to Vladik over the phone and entered the club looking around frantically for Rachel.

"Heard you got married, brother. When am I meeting the Mrs.?" he asked with a hint of humour.

I scoffed at him. Vladik Russo was a man to fuck anything with a pussy. Someone's wife or not. "Never in this lifetime," I hissed with venom in my voice and hung up. He knew not to take it personally. Vladik was a man of many things, and sensitive was not one of them.

I shoved my phone into my pocket looking around for a beauty in a tight, short black dress that I so badly wanted to punish her for wearing. Scanning the place for either Jock or Lev, I looked up at the second floor to see Lev keeping his eye on the bar area.

There she was in that sexy number sitting on a bar stool laughing to her hearts content. Her high heels making her legs look so tempting and I groaned just watching her be so effortlessly beautiful.

I saw that so called friend of hers handing her a shot of tequila and then pulling her to the dance floor.

Fuck no

I messaged Jock and Lev to go home because they were not needed anymore. Before she even had a chance to step on that dancefloor I went and grabbed her, hoisting her up on my shoulder and walking out the back entrance.

"Hey!" she screamed as she tried moving from my grip. I slapped her ass hard but then quickly pulled down her dress when I saw that it had ridden up and her red lacy thong was showing. "Are you trying to kill me?"

I don't want to die before I'm 30