The Don's Wife

29 | Pursuit

The perpetual tune of the ringback tone kept on going without a receiver at the end of it. And with each tune, suspicions concerning the whole fuckery of catastrophe kept stacking up inside my mind.

How?
Why?
And most importantly, who?

It doesn't make any sense.
It just doesn't make any fucking sense!

Who?!

The knot in my chest tightened the more as I called and called again.

Pick up the goddamn phone!

Until for the third time, the bastard finally answered.

Once the call was connected, a loud war sounds were blaring in the background. Gunfires, explosions, ... sword fighting?

"Busy here." He snapped, sounded annoyed.

Busy my ass.

"So call me later, kay henchman?" He dismissed straight away.

"Where's that fucker?" I asked before he could hung up on me.

I rarely contact Ronan directly, or anyone for that matter. Keeping things private is one of my principles. I don't easily give out information about myself to people, including my number.

Bothersome, is the word that encompasses my reason.

Text messages and phone calls are taxing. Conversations are more effective if conducted face to face. And how I hate the lousy noise of notifications and suchlike.

My phone is already busy enough as is with the constant pester from the family business, I don't need another assemblage of disturbance filling my days. And as for the blonde whore from before, Nadia was it? I admit that it was the result of my negligence, one that I deeply regret instantly.

Hence why I always leave Micah to deal with all of my associates and appointments. He sometimes complains about it, though I missed the part where that's my problem.

So realizing that it was my voice, he knew that I meant business. "Which fucker? Too many to name."

"Your dimwit cousin has my wife, now tell me where the fuck he is!"

A pause, followed by a mighty shitty reply.
"That's.. too bad."

Another pause, accompanied by the clackings of keycaps. "Alright, I'll spill. For a price that is."

This dick.

"My wife might've already been fucking dead by now for all I know, yet you still dare open a fucking negotiation?!" My voice raised, aggravated by his farcical timing.

"Of course, it's your wife not mine. Business is the 'numero uno' priority, friend." Said the runt that lacked sense of decency whatsoever.

If only I could outstretch my hand to the other side of the phone and strangle the answer out of him.

Then again, even with how unhinged the bastard is, I don't deem him as senseless. If truth be told, I would've said the same thing if I were in his position. Because same as him, business always comes first according to my commandments.

"Name the numbers and it's yours."

But at this point, I don't give a damn.

"Not numbers silly, percentage." He fleered.

Even if it takes the entirety of me to bring her back, I would gladly sacrifice everything I have and sell my soul to the devil.

"I'll shove every goddamn percentage up your ass if I have to, so hurry the fuck up and tell me!" I shouted, my hand gripped the phone tighter.