CHAPTER 273

MITCH CHESTER

DAYS WERE SHORT, and the sun set very quickly around these times up in the mountain. By 6 p.m., it was already dark, and everyone would start retreating into their houses for the evening.

Mitch was alone in his office, about to go to the dining room for dinner when his cell phone rang. Frowning because it was a private number that was not accessible to the public, he checked the caller ID and saw that it was an unknown caller.

He picked up the call and put it to his ear, "Mitch Chester," He said.

The call was silent for a second and then the gruff voice that Mitch immediately recognized spoke. "Mitchell, my good old friend."

"Damian Gray," Mitch sneered. "How lovely it is to hear from you."

Damian Gray snorted and said, "You have changed. I was expecting to have heard the news that my man was dead as soon as he stepped into your pack."

"I have grown," Mitch said.

"Grown weak perhaps," Damian muttered.

Mitch smiled. He was used to this sort of prodding. It was usual for