Chapter 42
Third Person
“It’s been over a week! Where are my daughter and grandchildren!?” Lazaro shouted as he threw a book at Katana’s head. If she hadn’t been a werewolf, the book's spine would have made direct contact with her forehead.
“Holy f*ck! Get your anger under control, old man! It’s not my fault you errand boy didn’t do his recon right!” Katana huffed as she slicked her hair back. “Kidnapping someone, let alone, three someones takes time and patience. Your daughter and her offspring are constantly under guard. Plus, they barely leave their house. If you want me to get caught, then by all means, keep rushing me!”
“My patience is wearing thin, Katana. If you can’t deliver, I might as well cut my losses,” Lazaro snarled, pointing a gun at my head.
“Do you honestly think that
