Elton:
“What do you f*****g mean that she is nowhere to be found? If she is f*****g dead, then I want her body.” I said, snapping at Yandel. His eyes avoided mine and I growled, waiting for his response. “Check every playboy house, and every slave market. I want her to be f*****g found, do you understand me?”
“Yes, boss.” He said, and I watched as he walked out before looking down at the picture that was on my desk.
It was one of me and her. She was almost seventeen at the time, and the smile that was on her face reached her eyes as I pulled her to my chest.
“Where the f*****g hell are you hiding, Eleanor?” I asked, voicing out my thoughts as I walked out of my office. I had other things to do and the last thing that I should have been worried about was Eleanor disappearing.
“Boss,
