Blind Rage

Ace POV

I stepped over Daniel's body walking right in a puddle of his blood. The only destination I had in my mind was my father's... no he won't be called my father ever again. He was the worst scum to walk this earth and I would happily send him to hell once I was done with my own torture for him.

Igor and Ivan stood at his door but quickly moved to the side with one look at my face. My gun stayed at my side and bloody foot prints trailed behind me. I kicked open the door and walked into an empty room. Somehow the rage inside me built even higher and I could feel my insides summoning him to me as if I could make him magically appear before my eyes.

The ways I would torture him, make him cry in pain and agony was a burning desire of mine. My only desire now.

"Where is he?" I turned to the Russian brutes looking like they were about to crumble in fear.

"He left this morning. Angelo..."

My hand rose smacking the back of my gun into Ivan's face. "Don't say his name." I ordered as i