Steve hadn't heard from Thomas since the previous night, and it was already eight in the morning. He'd been calling him, over and over, but his calls weren't going through.
"What the hell is going on with you guys?" Steve muttered, frowning as he dialed Thomas again. But nothing. No connection.
Fidgeting in his chair, he felt his frustration rising, but somehow kept his composure. He hadn't left the building in years, holed up in the restricted areas of his compound. Shane brought him everything he needed, and Steve never considered leaving.
He handled the business from home, and Shane never bothered him unless there was something urgent. But this time was different. For the first time, he had to navigate through an unsettling situation alone.
"I can't just sit here doing nothing while my men are missing. I need to act!" Steve mumbled to himself.
