Temper’s pov

I’m seething in rage.

Who does the don think he is, to kidnap my daughter for ransom. Bastards!

I’m loosing it! It’s already out in the press, that my daughter has been missing for weeks now, journalists are stationed outside my house, all of there fishing a little piece of information.

I don’t like it. Those fucking bastards - poking their nose in what does not concern them. Soon they’ll start asking more questions, especially if the know that Tiffany’s kidnappers have made a ransom and I’ve refused to pay.

It’s meant to look like a normal kidnap, but if words get out that I still haven’t paid the money, they’ll start to dig deeper.

It won’t take them long to realize that the people who have Tiffany are actually business associates - a business deal gone wrong.

I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.

I need to do something, if they knew I was on to them, that I figured out their hideout, then it’s either I have an informant among my men, or something was just not right.

Whe