“Then you best make it look fucking good Arthur, I’m not fucking around here. You want to keep that job I suggest you fix this.”
I have a million dollars’ worth of drugs in that fucking warehouse damn it, and a shit ton of business will literally go up in smoke if it is not contained. With the next shipment not due in till next week, I can’t afford the mess this will make.
Twenty minutes later I park the car in the lot outside the warehouse. The whole building is on fire, the sky around it lit up in an orange hue as the flames lick at the night sky. The blaze roars wildly and furiously, and there’s no damn hope that the stock inside is still there.
The firefighters tackle the fire but it’s no use.
Ryker steps up next to me, “A couple of guys saw Valentine’s men come in with explosives and gasoline. They killed the guards and then torched the place.”
“He wants his daughter back,” I grumble.
“There’s something else,” he says.
I huff, “Of course there is.”
He unlocks his phone and shows me a picture. It’s one of my guys, head blown open but it’s not that that has my attention. In the centre of his chest, held there with a blade buried into his flesh is a note.
Three days, Silver.
Give Wren back or I’ll burn your entire world to the ground.
A cruel smile curls at my lips, if he wants Wren back, he’ll have to come get her himself. By the time he grows the balls to do so, she’ll be dead.