Chris's POV

I sat in my clubhouse feeling angry at the state of things. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, the rich aroma mingling with the faint tang of fear that always seemed to linger in these walls.

"Boss," My second in command, Paul began hesitantly, breaking the heavy silence, "Should we launch a raid and search for the kids?"

I exhaled a plume of smoke, the tendrils curling and dissipating into the dimly lit room. "And when I take the kids to her," I ...