Joanne's POV:
I fling my phone across the room, watching it hit the wall with a dull thud before sliding to the floor. How in the world can two grown men, supposedly trained, fail at such a simple task? Kill Ella. One job. That's all I asked for, and they couldn't even do that right.
What is so hard about killing one girl?" I hiss, pacing across the room. My fingers clench into fists as I struggle to keep my frustration from exploding. And now, he's taken her to his penthouse, that place. The one I've never been inside. The image of Arec and Ella together doing god knows what, in that penthouse flashes through my mind. My blood boils at the thought.
