"Jacob," Viktor acknowledged, his jaw clenched.
"Viktor Ryder," his malicious voice mocked over the phone. "To what do I owe the pleasure, son?" He spat.
"Do not call me that," Viktor said through gritted teeth, his eyes gleaming. He felt a small hand snake around his, and sparks erupted through his skin, instantly soothing him. He glanced at Chloe who shook her head at him, telling him to calm down. Viktor took a deep breath, offering her a nod.
"Why not?" Jacob asked. "You are technically my step-"
"Let Tyson go," Viktor stated, cutting straight to the chase.
"Tyson?" Jacob asked, sounding slightly surprised. "I am not holding him."
"Drop the act, Jacob. I know you have him. What do you want?" Viktor growled.
"Straight to the point," Jacob chuckled. "I like it. It reminds me
