Wolf’s POV
I had just stepped out of the club when I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Marcel back.
“How’s he doing?” I asked the moment the call connected.
“He’s breathing, Boss,” Marcel replied immediately and I let out a slow breath.
“Good." I
I replied. "I’m on my way.”
The moment I ended the call, I was already getting into he car and was starting the engine
Marcel had gone to one of my safehouses earlier to retrieve a document I needed. He was supposed to be in and out and be back here to report to me.
Instead, I got a call about smoke pouring out of the office door.
He reported that someone had broken in and that Diego had been shot.
When I arrived at the safehouse, Marcel was kneeling beside Diego as he worked on the wound.
The bullet had hit him in the stomach
