73: Raid

Pov: Andre

"Fuck!"

I ran my hand through my hair, a dangerous sort of calm settling over me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I picked it up immediately without checking the Identity of the caller. "What?!" I growled at the receiver.

A rough, throaty chuckle slithered into my ears, "I see you got my message."

"Nowak," I said dangerously calm when rage was bubbling in my throat, threatening to spill out of me.

"If you hurt him in any other way–" I warned, my chest tight, my breathing heavy.

"Oh, but I did warn you, Andre. The problem is, you don't listen. You really have a one track mind, don't you. You were so sure that I'd go after you precious little whore, you hired a squad of assassins and sharp shooters to follow her about during the day, hoping that I take the bait and try to take her again."

He let out a scratchy, gravelly laughter that scraped my spine and curdled my blood.

I was shaking with rage.

"I will find you," I growled, my voice eerily calm, "and I will rip your skin