Roc shakes his head. “He has no clue. He’s still on that single’s cruise.”
Picking up the glass of scotch off my desk I take a sip as I allow the weight of what’s happened to lay on my shoulders. Not only do I have some fucker calling himself the Horseman, threatening to take down my empire, but my wife, the love of my life took my son this morning and left me.
The Horseman sent her a video of Marcus being killed. There was no audio, so she doesn’t know what was said, but she now knows I had something to do with his disappearance.
The fury I’ve been keeping bottled up inside of me fills my limbs like fire. I toss the glass of scotch in my hands against the wall over my men’s head. They all duck just in time to miss being hit.
“Find. My. Fucking. Wife,” I growl through gritted teeth.
“Sure thing, Boss,” Ghost says. The men quickly exit leaving me alone to my silence again.
Slowly, the fury that I buried deep inside me long ago, starts to fill me up again. Gone is the levelheaded businessman that contained his craziness for his wife and son. Standing to my feet, I twist my neck from side to side. Tugging on my suit jacket, I release a sigh.
Until Tiffany and my son are back beside me, all hell will break loose. I’ll be only Saint from here on out. Let the hunt begin.
The End