[3rd Person's POV]
It was morning already. And they didn’t find Randy.
“You motherfuckers! How come did you lost him!?” Thorne’s loud voice resonated in the living room of the mansion.
The leader of his men named Orlov, stepped inside and explained. “Boss, we scouted the premises of your property. Even the trees and the tiny space that Randy can possibly enter. But he wasn’t there at all. We’re sorry—”
“I don’t f*****g need your apologies! I want Randy! I want him!” a vein popped on his neck from yelling. Thorne threw his antique vase on the wall. “f*****g morons!”
The billionaire was infuriating. Moreover, he was scared as well. Just by thinking that he’ll be spending eternity without Randy droves him crazy.
He looked at his bodyguards. “He can not be away from me,” his jaw tight
