NATE’S POV
I slammed my fist into the table, shooting to my feet in rage. “You what?” I bellowed, gripping the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. “You f*****g missed?”
Jack, the stupid hitman I’d hired to take out Clara, stammered through the speaker. “I’m sorry, Alpha.”
“You’re sorry?! How the hell could you miss?” I asked, running a hand through my hair. This was supposed to be a one time job. A one time job!
“She had a driver and a bodyguard with her in the car,” Jack explained quickly. “It wasn’t easy.”
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Of course, she had a driver and a bodyguard! What the hell did you expect? I sent you her profile, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“And did you even read it? No?” I slammed my fist down again. “Why the f**k not?!”
“I did go through it, but—”
