Roxie: You won’t do that.
Roxie: You won’t do that.I stared at the text message sent hours ago and hurled my phone at the wall.
Where the f**k was she? How’d she slip past my guards? And what if someone had stolen her from me? Everyone in the business was slowly starting to figure out that Roxie and I were a couple. At least, that was what I thought we were. She’d be my wife one day. And I’d make sure that one day was soon once I found her.
If someone wanted to reprimand me for something, all they would have to do was take her.
Torture her.
Fucking hurt what was mine.
“Have you found anything?” I shouted at the guards running in and out of my office. “Any-f*****g-thing that will lead me to her? Huh?” I grabbed Roxie’s own personal guard by his throat and thrust him against the wall.
