Alex
“Why haven't you found her yet?” I demanded from Anton Vilych, the chief of security of my mother’s bodyguard detail.
The big Russian lowered his head in humility, taking off his hat. “I apologize, Mr. Chambers. We’re currently looking at warehouses in Inglewood and we’re positive we’ll find her soon.”
“What’s soon?” I growled. She’d been missing for four days and that fuckin loon Violet was nowhere to be found. I fantasized about staking her to an ant hill and removing her eyes and lying tongue. She dared to hurt Melody, so she deserved to be punished. No one was allowed to hurt Melody.
“We received intel that a warehouse in Compton was rented under the name Susie Palmer, who is the aunt of Violet Rogers. We’re just confirming a couple of things before I send men out there to f
