Lucian's heart nearly leaped from his chest. If he continued down that road, he'd drive himself mad and right now he needed to be fucking sane. Fazio was making some moves, and it was making his distributors itchy. The bastard was close to encroaching on their territory and it was enough to get even his father demanding answers. Which was precisely what he didn't have. It was a strategic attack. They knew that his attention would be divided, and Lucian couldn't think without Shiloh in his sight.
What if something had happened to Shiloh? What if he was hurt or worse? Lucian's hand curled into a fist, he wanted so badly to grab his gun and tear the entire place down.
Mark was standing nearby with a look that could kill. He was a large, imposing man, his eyes blazing with anger. "Where the hell is my son?" he barked at Lucian.
Lucian swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool. "I don't know."
"The fuck do you mean—"
