I wake up to a deep yell and bang that jolts me awake in a panic. Sitting upright in bed, I reach out for Timber to find his side of the bed empty. His voice echoes from his office again, and I glance at the clock. It's three in the morning— and Christmas. Who the hell is he talking to this early? Quietly getting out of bed, I grab his t-shirt off the floor and shrug it on, quietly tiptoeing to his office door. I want to go in and see what's wrong, but his words stop me.
"I don't give a f**k what it takes, Finn," he growls. "Find out who this b***h really is so I can slit her goddamn throat."
"Brother, we're working on it. We've had a lot of issues over the last fifteen years, so narrowing down the people who have a vendetta against you is harder than you think," Shamrock says.
