THE DEVIL'S PREY
CHAPTER FOUR
As Damian left, Xavier's gaze lingered on the door, his thoughts consumed by Sarah. Not fascinating or romantic thoughts, but thoughts on how to consume her completely.
Xavier's phone rang interrupting his thoughts.
"Sir, we've had a theft at the warehouse," his assistant said. "One of our own is involved."
"Take them to the dungeon and wait for me," he said before hanging up.
Xavier's chiseled face darkened, his piercing blue eyes narrowing. His sharp jawline clenched, emphasizing the angles of his handsome face.
He quickly stood up, his tall, athletic frame leaving the chair. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders.
Xavier strode out of his office out of anger. His raven-black hair was perfectly styled, not a strand out of place.
He placed a call to Damian "Meet me outside" He didn't wait for any response before hanging up.