*This chapter is through Dylan Mile’s viewpoint*
I sent my men everywhere around the proximity of the spa and still no news.
“Fuck.” I grunted punching the wall in my office taking a bit of it apart with my fist.
“I can’t believe I didn’t f*****g notice this s**t. I’m such a f*****g idiot.” I sighed and took my jacket off the chair before heading out.
“Boss, where are we going to go?”
“Dylan Harrison.” Was all I muttered before we drove off to his restaurant. I need to know.
“Hey Dylan, what’s up? What’s with the sudden visit?” I didn’t bother greeting him or being nice before grabbing him by the collar.
“Tell me where she is keeping her?” I said trying to suppress my anger and my fist.
“What are you talking about?” He attempted to get out of my grip, but I held on tighter.
