chapter 7

Chapter 7

"Why was my wife in a clubhouse Michael?" Michael dropped his head to face the ground, he dared not looked at his boss. Anger was written all over Jackson's face as he looked directly at Michael across the table. "Do you know what ya have done? You are lucky to bring her back to me this morning in one piece, I would have feed your dead body to the dogs."

"I'm sorry sir,"

"You should be, I'm so disappointed in you. Get out of my face before you end up a dead man," Michael slightly bow his head and slowly walked out of the door shutting the door behind him.

He turned to Janette who was seated on the long couch opposite his office table and looked at her with one of his deadly glare; "And you, I thought you said you are hanging out with Anna and your friend in your father's apartment." Janette shivered at the sound of his manly voice with tears running down her already swollen eyes, Janette hasn't fully recovered from the incident that happened some hours