Placate

Acker’s POV

Again.

I closed my eyes briefly and listened to the ticking of the grandfather clock - an antique that was gifted to me by the Terrent family mob, and worth over fifty thousand dollars - and opened them again, when the image that was described to me made its way into my mind and stabbed at my ego.

Cross had approached Alicia in the library. Alone.

This was the first time I’d properly heard of Alicia being approached by Cross and it irked me to know that the bastard was still lurking around the city waiting for his chance to strike.

Why did Cross always have to tempt me and test my fucking patience?!

“And what exactly were you lot doing when Cross Serpenti approached her?” I asked as calmly as I could, seated on the chair bd regarding the guards, including Mikael’s handpicked men, with fury behind my piercing gaze. “Don’t tell me you stood with your hands behind your backs like useless statues?”

Alicia opened her mouth but I gave her a gaze and she closed it. The men were s