Chapter 22: New Lead

JULIAN’S POV

I sat in my office waiting for my f*cking men to talk to me. You would think that they would know better than to keep me waiting, but here I was filling my glass with brandy and waiting for someone to talk. I raised my glass to my lips and took a long sip, setting it down with a sharp thud and sitting back to lean my temple against my two fingers with my elbow on the arm of my chair.

“Is anyone going to tell me about what the h*ll is happening or am I going to have to start breaking fingers to get my answers?” I pulled my butterfly knife from my pocket and flipped it open, jamming it into my desk. I searched around the room at my soldiers who were there.

One of them stepped forward and cleared his throat, “One of the guys saw a man in a suit leaving the club at last call.”