Acker’s Confrontation

Acker’s POV

“Javier, report,” my voice was akin to steel as I talked with my one and only friend.

“Relax, Acker,” Javier sounded calm and I could hear the sounds of cars passing by his location as he replied to me. “I have been keeping an eye on her since I arrived. And none of the men have seen or heard from Cross either.”

I grit my teeth, squaring my jaw.

That wasn’t enough.

It was only last night that I got the word that Cross Serpenti was back in the US. He had hidden away and scurried from the States after his manipulative tactic to hit back at Serrano and myself using Castro. When that hadn’t worked, clearly he was back for more.

The flight attendant placed the glass of wine on the table in front of me and I stared at the red fragrant liquid, decidedly angered that I had made the wrong decision.

I had not even contacted Alicia after I had left, thinking it would be a distraction to me.

My fingers tapped on the armrest of my chair and I turned to glance at the clouds. This high u