The don’s wrath - I
"So, the man is a certified human traffickers and he is someone related to Carlo Bianchi, not only that but he has my wife at the moment."
Salvatore huffed before banging his fist on the table in his office loudly, making all the articles on the top of the table rattle and some of them fall.
"Yes sir," Michelle said, his eyes downcast to the ground and not looking at the angry don.
"A sex trafficker who we know nothing about as my fucking wife and can any of you explain why has the signal not been received yet?!"
The only thing that they were having problem in doing was receiving the signals from the transmitter that Salvatore had implanted in her spine.
Unless they received the signal, they could not move anywhere.
And until now they have not received anything clearly because the transmitter was unreachable. The tracker was simply not doing its job and they were sitting and shiting ducks.
That's it.