Thirty Seventh Nightfall
Prama's other personal phone is blaring inside his night stand drawer. It's been ringing since dawn.
He flipped the covers off of him and turned his body sideways. Prama harshly opened the drawer and picked the phone up. "Hello, Max?"
"The f**k were you doing?!"
The Khamsaen boss abruptly got up, bolting out of his laying position on the bed. He heard the angry voice from the other side loud and clear. Max never cusses.
When he came to his senses and on his feet, he noticed the other person on the said bed. Flynn.
"Hey, Pra!" Max's voice on the other line interrupted his train of thought. "I've been calling you since five in the morning!"
Prama glanced at the clock on his night stand. It's six o'clock. 's**t!'
He looked around and Beau is nowhere to be s
