Lucian’s' POV
“Dig every damn city on this continent and the next one before I put a bullet through your skull!” I gripped the collar of one of my men.
Fools! I hurled the empty bottle against the wall after downing its contents in one go. I enjoyed the searing sensation of vodka trickling down my throat. It’s the sole bloody thing I can feel right now, apart from anger and desperation.
“Sire,” one of my men called out, fear coating his voice. I turned to face him, his body trembling under the intensity of my gaze.
“We’ve combed through every country, city, island, and nook of Asia, but there’s no trace of them,” he spoke cautiously.
“Then bloody search elsewhere! Leave! Don’t return until you’ve found them!” I roared. I won’t tolerate hearing excuses about failure to locate them. Th
