Chapter 63 Have No Idea

• Hugo’s POV
• “You really think he won’t see us?” I ask Alpha Mark. “I mean, an Aston Martin isn’t exactly discrete.”
• “It’s more discrete than a fucking limo,” he replies, throwing an annoyed glance my way. “I’m keeping my distance. He won’t see us coming, I promise you.” True to his word, Alpha Mark keeps three cars between us and Tote’s Hummer. Like the asshole that he is, Tote enjoys being driven around New York in an extravagant Hummer with spinning rims, as if he’s some kind of hip-hop mogul.