Azriel’s POV
My phone suddenly buzzed in my hand. I walked out of the club to answer it, the noise was making my head pound.
“Did you find her?”, I say into the phone.
“No, sir. We’ve been combing the streets for the past hour but there’s no sign of her or the man whose description you gave me sir”, Ross informed me, making my temper rise a few more degrees.
Gripping the phone to my ear, I commanded him through my teeth,” Get more men on the job. Find her. You have one hour to report back to me,” Ross affirmed what I’d said.
“More men won’t be necessary, sir. The number of men we have now are enough to find Miss Dawson. And it shouldn’t take long for us to find her, how far could she even have gone?” Ross says, angering me even more.
“Get more men on the job. Now!” Ross gruffly agree
