A Lover To Him

Chapter Forty-six, Taking revenge

Caine Williams

"What do you mean it takes longer to get these articles out of the air? I thought I asked you to make sure those articles get offline as soon as possible. I don't care what you have to do to make sure it's done. Bribe them, pay them off, I don't fucking care. Just make sure it is handled." I say with an angry tone in my voice, wondering why on earth I had so many employees that couldn't do such simple tasks as this. Of course, they're only doing their job, and they're great at it, I have to admit that. Yet, they annoy me so much by being so slow with this when they know how many times I've explicitly that I want these articles out of the air as soon as possible.

"We're very sorry, sir. We're doing everything that we can to get it done as soon as possible. We'll let you know immediately once we know more about this situation. I'm very sorry, sir." The employee says on the other end of the phone, and I sigh to make sure I'm calm enough to reply in a decent way instead of with an angry tone.

"Alright, let me know as soon as you get an update about anything," I say, closing my eyes in annoyance as I try to not let it affect my voice. I fail miserably, I sound annoyed and angry, but they can't blame me. My fucking girlfriend is being trashed in the media, and it's disgusting how easily people believe lies.

Hopefully, the guy I paid to look at the security footage of that night finally found the fucking bastard who drugged both Dylan and Mia. My anger boils every time the thought even crosses my mind, and my hands itch to make sure this asshole gets paid. I don't care what it takes for me to find him, I will find him and that's final. That fucking bastard deserves to get paid for what he's done. Fucking asshole.

I need to find some release, I'm well aware of the amount of anger I'm burying because I don't let it out. I know that I will explode if I don't find some sort of release anytime soon. I've mastered the skill of burying the anger so deep inside me. It could take weeks before I finally don't have enough strength anymore to hold my anger back, but this time it's entirely different. It's like I'm constantly on the verge of losing my shit, and I fucking hate the lack of control I have over my own emotions right now.

That fucking dude better call as soon as possible or I might even search for some illegal fight to release this anger. This type of anger is different, I know I can't just release it by boxing in the gym. I have to release this anger with actual violence, with a real fucking fight. Even if I decided years ago to never fight illegally anymore.

My thoughts are disrupted by the sudden noise of my ringing phone, and I quickly check the caller ID to see who's calling me. I raise my eyebrows in disbelief when I see who's calling me and quickly answer the call, hoping he comes with some good news.

"I've found the person you're looking for. His name is Neil Grant, and he lives just outside London. I texted you the address, save it and delete my number. Security reasons." The mysterious voice says, and I feel a wicked smile grow on my face. I guess someone's getting an unexpected visit today—a very unexpected visit.

"I'll make sure you get the amount of cash you asked for as soon as possible," I say before hanging up and checking the address to see where I'm headed next. First, I need to stop at Mia's room to make sure she knows I won't be back for a couple of hours and check if she needs anything else aside from the Japanese food I got her.

Walking towards her room, which is on the first floor, I think about how I'm going to hurt that fucking asshole as much as possible. Walking into her room, I notice Dylan and Mia hugging each other tightly.