Manfrid's POV.
Joseph slammed the office door behind him. I hated his arrogance. I hated the fact that he saw me as nothing other than his stupid muscle, but it suited my needs at the moment. I needed him to get to Emma. I had the numbers and the strength, but Joseph knew how to strategize and plan better than I ever could. He also had a way of figuring out weaknesses and exploiting them better than anyone else I knew.
I was sitting behind the tiny desk that once belonged to Tony. He used to own this bar, but was killed the day that Shaun and his wolves and the cops showed up to take us down. I gestured to Joseph to take the empty chair in front of the desk. He did.
"What is it now, Manfrid?" He sounded impatient and irritated. Knowing Joseph as long as I have, I was beginning to think
