CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

“Fuck.”

Andrew threw his glass to the wall and flung the documents from his table as three men stood in his office, staring at the floor.

“You missed him? Again?”

This would be the second time Lorenzo was getting away. Why was he surrounded by incapable people?

First, it was Jason, now his men and they lost him twice.

If he didn't do the dirty work himself, it would never be done properly. Andrew brought out his guns and the men looked frightened. Was he about to kill them?

“So what country was it this time?” He asked, assembling the gun parts.

“H…he went somewhere in the…north sir. We're yet to find out.” One of them stammered, his eyes on the gun Andrew put together.

They know their boss has had quite a temper lately but wasn't killing them going a tad too far?

“So no location yet?” Andrew turned to face the men, a gun pointed at them.

In as much as they tried to mask it, Andrew could see them shake with apprehension.

“So who do I kill first?” He said in a sing