107. Touch my nipples

107.

Third Person POV.

The sounds of glass shattering reverberated around the room Anton was in and a wail escaped his lips.

It wasn't a wail of pain but rather frustration.

Two months or more had passed and Peter hadn't brought their bride home.

He was a fucking pussy! Anton growled under his breath.

They sent Peter on a mission and he thought he would escape them, he was done for.

Anton swore under his harsh breath that Peter would regret his actions.

No one had ever escaped from the clutches of the mafia twins. So Peter was a fool if he thought it was possible to run from them.

Anton was vibrating, seething in anger as he put the room in disarray, throwing things across the wall.

Blood filled his vision, and marred his rational thoughts because…the Red Kings had hurt his brother.

Yesterday in the club there had been a crossfire.

The Red Kings believed the twins had gotten Vera and hid her because their hunting for her was fruitless. In retaliation, they stormed the twi