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41 - Newbie

FRANCIS'S POV

I call Xavier's phone once again, but it goes straight to voicemail.
Where is that bastard when you need him?

I look over my stocks and investments to try and take my mind off it.
Everything was good ever since I won that war. The gang has expanded, and we're getting more money. 

Everything was going well.

For the gang at least.

She's not with me, by my side. She hasn't been for the past 2 years, and I've been searching everywhere and anywhere I could think of, but it was like she vanished.

She was the light to my pitch-black world and without it, I'm lost without her. Fuck, I became so addicted to her and now look what happened.

If anyone mentioned her name, they would have a knife to their throat in seconds. It made me feel something when everyone fears me when they tremble in my presence. She would never do that.

I missed my Angel so much.

The only things I had that were remotely close to her were the three dogs that she named.
I would watch the dogs from my window and try to imagine as if it was her, they were still protecting her like the day she met them.

I took the glass of whiskey in my hand and take it all in one swig, making my throat burn and only slightly numbing the pain inside of me but it all came back soon enough when I close my eyes. The nightmares I had been having since the worst night of my life. The glass in my hand cracked under pressure and I let the glass drop to the floor, along with the blood trailing on my hand.

I was about to have another outburst but my thoughts died down when the door was opened, and Xavier appeared, I scowled at his sudden appearance and was about to yell at him for not answering my calls, but I was stopped by an intoxicating scent.

"Look Boss-" he tries to say but I put up my hand, making him shut his mouth.

My fingers curled into my palm and dug into my skin as I bit on my bottom lip trying to control the rage inside.

I look at him with widened eyes, chest heaving and within milliseconds I have him pushed up against the wall and my hand on his collar.

"You better have a good fucking reason as to why you smell like her." my tone is deep, and my eyes are filled with fire as I look into his.

He knew exactly what I was talking about. His face is filled with guilt as a lump goes down his throat. We remain like that for seconds in silence and he looks around the room avoiding my burning stare when he's about to talk, I push my hand against his throat harder.

"And do not lie," I warn through gritted teeth, and he finally meets my gaze.

"I went to see her." I didn't know what answer I was expecting but I felt as if I was blinded by anger and hope. I turn and throw him across the room, and his back slams against the wall. Xavier groaned in pain as he slid from the wall to the floor harshly.

I stalked towards him and looked down at him with hatred.
"How," I demand and when he doesn't answer I look down at his arm linked around his rib, but I pry it off and press the sole of my shoe on it, increasing the pressure until he breaks

"I-I did my own research," he groans as I scowl further.
"Where is she?" I demand and he thinned his lips, turning his head away and doesn't answer but eventually does after I press onto his bruised rib with my foot, making him wince out in pain.

"All of the research in my computer's software," he says, and I nod with a sadistic smile and pull out my phone, an assistant of mine picks up the phone.