Hundred and five

Chris's POV

I sat in my clubhouse feeling angry at the state of things. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, the rich aroma mingling with the faint tang of fear that always seemed to linger in these walls.

"Boss," My second in command, Paul began hesitantly, breaking the heavy silence, "Should we launch a raid and search for the kids?"

I exhaled a plume of smoke, the tendrils curling and dissipating into the dimly lit room. "And when I take the kids to her," I replied, my voice edged with frustration, "How will I tell her I found them? What am I supposed to say?"

Hey Kamille, your kids got dropped off at my school and I brought them back to you. I scoffed at the absurdity of it.

It was already enough grip at my neck that the kids were taken from right beneath my fucking nose and they have stayed missing for the past two weeks. Finding them and not having an explanation to how I found them, would only let loose whatever demon is left in Ezekiel Reid.

If he makes it alive