Dealing with Castro

Mikael’s POV

THREE HOURS AGO

“Where are they?” I all but growled Magda who bowed to me and directed me to down the hallway.

Acker stood beside me as we walked, the sounds of pained grunts filling the air, as well as the distinct sound of fist hitting flesh.

The sound reminded me that I hadn't yet gotten my workout in. Perhaps I'd do so with this subordinate of Castro's.

I didn’t speak as I barged into the room.

Nor did Acker, because the two of us were furious.

Castro’s men had attacked us, in broad daylight.

It was obvious whose side he was on, and who had sent him: Cross Serpenti.

My bastard half-brother once more. Even now he was more trouble than he was worth.

“Sir,” the men that were busy brutalizing the last member of the Castro’s that had attacked. He was the only one left alive after my men were done with them, and Acker had volunteered to come with me.

After all, he had agreed to the deal, to combine our forces into dealing with Castro and my half-brother.

“Leave him