Chapter Forty-One - Rage

Byron’s POV

My anger needed an outlet so it was fortunate that I could claim to have locked myself in my office to work while escaping to the gun range. I should have challenged my Beta for not looking after me better but that would only have given the game away.

After a solid hour of aiming at various targets I had calmed down enough to realise I had to rescue my mate.

Finding the elusive Michael would be a start. Although it might not be all that difficult if their strange companion were still staying at the Halcyon.

Not wanting to wait I placed a call to O’Donnell. Obligingly, he offered the guy known as ‘The Count’ an extra night free of charge. I told him I would be there pronto.

It turned out he could afford to spend a few months at the hotel, having had some success on a European darts tour. Fortunately, he wasn’t blessed with brains and offered up his new manager’s contact details without a qualm.

Now all I needed to do was phone this Michael and have someone put a trace