**Damon**
I took the glass of champagne from the table and flung it against the wall, my nostrils flaring in anger. How dare that bastard blast my club? How dare he?
"Did you catch any of those bastards?" I snarled at Ray, my right-hand man. "Tell me you got one of them at least."
Ray cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing. "I'm so sorry, boss, but they were gone when we got to the scene. And no survivors, none at all?"
"None," Ray grunted, gritting his teeth angrily. "I swear I'll not rest until I get one of his boys."
"Shut the fuck up. I don't need your sweet words; I need your actions. Get me one of those bastards."
I pulled my chair and sat down, using my hands to loosen my tie a little. A knock sounded on the door, and Ray met my gaze to ask for permission to invite the person in. I nodded, and he opened the door.
