Silas’s Pov

“No! I told you that they do not get to leave because if they do then our plan won’t be successful,” I yelled at the phone.

“But boss…” a voice came from the other end.

“You don’t get to second guess my decision, and if you are not capable— I could send Pete to take over,” I shot back, my voice was so sharp, it could slice through walls.

“I’ll get it done, boss.”

“Good.” I removed the phone from my ear and took a sip of whiskey from my glass.

I had barely ended the call with one of my men when the door burst open.

Pete...