Elias POV
The shot glass splintered against the opposite wall before I realized I had tossed it. Amber liquor dripped down the dark wood panels like the spilled blood from a freshly slaughtered victim. I panted, veins in my neck throbbing violently to the point where I felt my heart beat through my gums.
"Dead," I growled in response to the frightened-looking messenger in front of me. "Dead. Every single one. That bastard assassin, that fuckin' doctor, and my entire team, all dead."
He kept his gaze downcast. A clever move from him. "The confirmation came in ten minutes ago, sir. Jordan disposed of the doctor. I mean assassin personally.”
“Was it Jordan who killed him?” I asked, angrily.
“No, Boss. It was…”
“Who?” I thundered. “Speak up you f*****g preek!”
The messenger let the an
