38 - Prison

CLARK POV

"Alex!! He's not here!" I yelled furiously.

"Sir, I'm sorry. But all I know is he has an old house in Boston and a private beach house in New Jersey." He explained, looking so afraid.

"Then why didn't you fucking said it earlier!? Send 20 men to that location..now!!" I bellowed in anger.

As soon as Tristan called me I never stopped looking for her, my members and I went to every place Tristan would be but that fucker really knows how to hide.

"Yes sir, I'm sor.." He was about to apologize but suddenly my phone rang and without looking at who it was from I quickly accepted the call and held my hands up in front of Alex to stop him from speaking.

"Sir, we found Grey" Red said through the phone. My jaw clenched and with a balled fist, my eyes darkened from the anger I was feeling right now.

"Put him in the red room. Don't kill him yet." I said venom laces in my voice. And without waiting for Red's response I quickly ended the call.