Mark’s pov

I drive away from Temper’s mansion, my mind racing with the implications of our conversation. I know I have just poked a dangerous bear, but I had to take a stand. Temper’s game have gone way too far, and I’m determined to bring him down.

As I drive, I can’t help but think about Tiffany. Where is she? Is she okay? Is she safe? I push the thoughts aside and focus on the road ahead. I need to stay focused if I’m going to get out of this alive.

My phone rings, breaking the silence, I answer. Hoping it’s Rex or Joe with some news about Tiffany. But it’s an unknown number.

“Hello, is this Mark?,” a woman asked, her voice trembling “it’s Dave’s wife, Sarah. I need your help. My husband said I should call you whenever the need arises.” She said

My heart skips a beat. “Sarah, what’s going on?”

“I’m at my mother’s house, it’s —" I cut in “ I know where it is. Go on,” I urge her, speeding up. “ temper’s men are outside,” she whispers “they are going to kill me and my daughter.” She cries

I grip