Abram's P.O.V
Storming out of the meeting room, everyone parted away from my way, knowing better than mess with me at this time.
Reaching the parking lot, I unlocked the car and sped out of there heading into my penthouse. I don't have any idea what to do, how to release the anger of not being able to protect them, not being able to save them but there's one thing for sure, I would avenge their death. It's time they get to rest in peace.
As I reached my destination I headed inside where Sebestian was already there sitting with a glass of scotch on his hand, with his head bowed down.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be in a meeting?" He questioned, his voice full of distress as he continued to look down.
"And aren't you supposed to be guarding the shipments?" I questioned back, making him
