Elias's POV
"Boss." My man pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside, his boots scraping against the polished floor. "The hunters are dead."
My veins pushed hard against my skin. I stared at him, waiting for the rest.
"And the others I sent."
"Dead too."
I swept everything off my desk in one move. Papers, laptop, whiskey glass, all of it crashed to the floor. My fist came down on the table next. The wood cracked loud, then caved in under the hit. I dug my fingers into the broken surface and ripped a chunk out, throwing it across the room.
"Jax! That bastard!"
I could hear my own breathing, heavy and fast. The guard stood there frozen, eyes on the mess.
"Boss, we can always send more. The other mercenaries are ready."
"And what? He kills them too?" I ran my hand down my hair, p
