Chapter 78: Text Messages
(Alessandro's POV)
"Contact Cloumbian and get those four scumbags captured alive. If you can't find them, wash your necks clean and cut off your own heads." My voice was ice cold, each word dripping with deadly intent.
Kevin and Tony visibly tensed. They knew this wasn't hyperbole.
"Yes, boss," Kevin replied, his fingers already flying across his phone.
I grabbed his device. "I'll handle this myself."
The phone felt foreign in my hand as I dialed Charles Anderson's number. He answered on the first ring.
"Alessandro, what a pleasant—"
"Shut up and listen," I cut him off. "A woman may have been brought to your resort complex against her will. Dark hair, about five-foot-six. Find her. Now."
Charles's tone shifted immediately. "Of course. I'll have m
