Greg’s POV
My wife has been kidnapped… Maybe assaulted and humiliated too! By f*****g Zack!
‘Argh!!!’ I want to rip this place apart and damn the consequences.
The more I stare at the displaced chair, the soft dents on the sparkling tiles as if someone fell on it and was dragged… and the extra liquor, knowing that Bree would never order alcohol, makes my heart drop.
‘Breathe, Greg… Breathe…’
I hastily grab my phone and dial Bree’s number.
For the most god damn five seconds, I wait for her to pick up her phone. Still, no response.
“Oh, Zack. God help you on this one.” I groan and dial again, and again. “Don't be a coward, leave my wife outta this!” I pace and sigh, less worried if people stare in my direction to figure out the mad mask man.
At this point, I would damn the consequ
