Blacksmiths

André's POV

I slowly picked up the ring from the floor of the restroom, feeling fear and anger take over me. First, her shoes were left on the corridor, now her ring, the same ring I gave to her tonight. There's no way Sheila would just take them off... unless.. she was taken. Somebody had taken my wife and they'll fucking pay for it.

Tightening my fist with the ring in my grip, I felt my anger rise by the second. Fuck! I should have just followed her to make sure she was safe. I let out a pained, aggressive yell, stretching my arm to punch the mirror in front of me. The object shattered at the impact, lodging tiny shards of glass into my fist and making me bleed. However, I felt nothing. Nothing compared to the pain of losing Sheila.

I could hear the commotion from outside dying down. The restaurant had been completely evacuated by my men already. There was no need for everyone of those people to see the other side of André Wolfe, the mafia side. Now that they're all gone, I'll turn