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And now.
With their deaths.
Chapter Sixteen
Poe Seville’s Home
Same Time
Eight P.M.
When he’d been alerted that half of their people at the house had been killed, Von Donore was not amused. Truthfully, he knew one thing, and only one thing as of late.
What was that?
Oh, that good help was damn difficult to find.
You’d think that hiring ex-soldiers would be easy, and that part was, but getting good ones?
Almost impossible.
Clearly, these assholes couldn’t do one simple thing. How goddamn difficult was it to find a freaking psychiatrist on a farm?
Obviously, that was a hard task for his hired thugs.
Because they couldn’t find him, and on top of that, someone ended four of their lives.
To make themselves look even more incompetent, they couldn’t track a doctor on a horse through the trees.
This was annoying him.
When he had to leave the safety ofThe BlackStone Groupbuilding, to come deal with this bullshit, he was not going to be nice.
Not.
At.
All.
Honestly, he didn’t understand how they couldn’t get this under control.
It was a freaking doctor for Christ’s sake.
What the hell?
So, as his helicopter landed, and he stepped out onto the front lawn, he was not in a good mood.
What Von wanted was the goddamn money. That money had been promised to the other owners of the group, and he needed to make them happy.
This wasn’t just his clusterfuck.
This was a group clusterfuck.
Walking toward the house, he was actually appreciative of how nice the doctor’s home was. Then again, he was the son of a Duke and Dutchess, so it should be.
When he’d been told about Hemmingway’s brother, he’d been pissy, since this crypto key was missing, but now, he had hope.
The last thing he wanted to do was kill the doctor.
