Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Thomas rubbed his sore knuckles as he waited for his call to connect.

His shock and anger had dissolved into shame and guilt, but it was too late. He had done it. He had allowed himself to be pushed by his emotions. Instead of handling things like a man, he had made everything worse.

"Hello, sir."

The call connected, snapping him out of his thoughts. He straightened, shaking

"Hello, Samuel. How are you doing?"

"Great, sir," Samuel replied. He was the manager at Uncle Mike's other club in Columbia.

"How's business been?"

"Great, sir. We just got our supplies."

off.

Thomas's heart tightened. He was suddenly grateful it wasn't a video call. Sweat beaded on his forehead, intensifying his fear.

"Good, good," he said, forcing himself to sound calm.

He couldn't show his naivety. He had to maintain the tough exterior; ruthless, fearless, even though he was far from it. In truth, he was terrified of Mateo Castro.

His stomach twisted as his mind drifted to last night. It was the same panic, that same fear of everything falling apart, that had made him confront Bailey.

Thinking back, it was reckless and dumb. He could've just let it go, ignored it like a normal person, but instead, he had panicked, confronted a federal agent, and taken his anger out on Silas when he suspected he had spoken to her.

The end was near. He could feel it in his bones. And it was making him unravel.

"Mr. Stone?" Samuel's voice cut into his thoughts again.

"I'm listening." He cleared his throat.

"I said I've sent the rundown of the supplies to you, sir," Samuel repeated.

"Alright," Thomas said, then paused. He didn't want to continue the conversation. "Send me everything via email. I'll check and get back to you. Something just came up."

"Alright, sir," Samuel replied, and the call ended.

Thomas slammed his laptop shut, his heart pounding. All these actions were beginning to get to him, and he could feel the stress taking a toll on him.

Maybe it was time to destress.

pleasure himself to Rosie's sexy video, the door

twisting. "I would appreciate a

a supply," he said, slamming two large

frown deepened as he stood. "Could you at least drop them

playing on his lips. "The boss wants

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what was in those bags without

his head. "Why not? This is how

Uncle Mike. But he's not here, and I don't

huffed. "Not my problem." Then he turned to the door. "I'll be back for payment.

"You can't-"

slammed shut, cutting him

the bags suspiciously, unsure what

the part of the club business he had no experience with. He had never watched Uncle Mike handle this; he had

if he ignored it, he wouldn't have

what if someone walked in? Or worse,

quickly reached it. But then he stopped,

let it lead

bag and slowly opened it. The faint scent of chemicals hit his

if he opened one can, he would probably see another. layer of packaging, maybe two, but underneath that would be

he had seen enough. Just as he was placing the can back into the bag,

her eyes blazing with anger. Chen followed behind her, his face

closer, her tone matching her expression. "She just barged in, sir," Chen said,

the rest and her brow creased.

cleared his throat to ease out his nerves then turned to Chen. "Thank you, Chen. I'll take it

apologize again, sir," Chen said with a bow

Ivy folded her arms.

"None of your business," he said

hand, her lips

sat down. "Is

widened. "You're not

"I'm not important, yet here you

slammed her fist on his table. "Your problems are not enough reason to hurt others!

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his rising temper. "I

she snapped. "Me?

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