PHILIPS
"What do you mean the boy is gone? How can you say that?! Who took him?!" I grabbed one of the men I had kept to be in charge of Catherine's son and landed him a slap.
He staggered back from the force of it. "I-I'm s-sorry, Mr. Pillax."
"You're stupid! Do I pay you to be sorry, you incompetent fool?!" I raged.
Fuck! What would I tell the mother? I had promised nothing would happen to him.
Also, that boy was the only tool to use against Catherine to work for me.
I glared daggers at the guys I'd paid to work for me. Two of them were injured.
"What happened here? Tell me." I cooled my temper to ask them.
The one in charge, he was the one I'd landed a slap, began to talk. "We heard strange noises middle of the night and I thought to go check it out. I saw noth
