Silas's mood darkened instantly. "Damn it," he grumbled, slamming his fist on the side of the sofa. "That man is my main enemy. He is the one I need."
"Don't worry, boss. Without Travis, John is powerless. He is out there, hiding like a rabbit. We'll find him soon. But for now, relax. Esme is back home. You should spend time with your family. Let me handle the rest."
Silas finally allowed his lips to curl into a small smile. "You've done well, Caleb. Take a day off, and start fresh tomorrow."
Caleb chuckled sheepishly. "I wouldn't dare disregard your orders. See you tomorrow, boss."
The call ended with that.
Silas stared at the phone screen, his thoughts swirling around Caleb's words. The suggestion that Luis might be more than just a businessman gnawed at him. His eyebrows knitted together. "Could Luis really be the don?" he mumbled thoughtfully.
