CHAPTER 740. PRINCESS BY DAY. A DANGEROUS DEBT

Cameron stared intently at the bag the man placed in front of him, but he didn’t make the mistake of touching it. Experience had already taught him that when it came to business between criminals, it was always best to keep his hands deep in his pockets rather than on a brick of cocaine worth more than a quarter of a million francs.

“I need you to deliver this to this address,” ordered the owner of the club he worked for.

“No, thanks,” Cameron replied, turning around and heading for the door—until a shout stopped him.

“Hey! Do I look like I’m asking you?!” Kolo, the owner, spat, his voice so full of rage that the third man in the room, another security guard like Cameron, rushed forward.

But before he could grab the brick, a huge, firm hand clamped down on his wrist, stopping him.

“We’re club security. We get paid to throw out drunks and watch over the girls. We’re not drug runners,” Cameron stated, locking eyes with Kolo.

“Do you have an