107.

Third Person POV.

The sounds of glass shattering reverberated around the room Anton was in and a wail escaped his lips.

It wasn't a wail of pain but rather frustration.

Two months or more had passed and Peter hadn't brought their bride home.

He was a fucking pussy! Anton growled under his breath.

They sent Peter on a mission and he thought he would escape them, he was done for.

Anton swore under his harsh breath that Peter would regret his actions.

No one had ever escaped from the clutches of the mafia twins. So Peter was a fool if he thought it was possible to run from them....