*Flash Back*

“What do you mean you haven't been able to trace the bastard sending me threatening messages?!” Romero thundered, throwing up the pile of papers on his table.

Roscoe and Wilson shivered with fear, they and the other men took several steps back creating enough distance between them and the billionaire who was obviously enraged.

“Wilson,” He called, his frown deepened, “Do you mean that this bastard sending me threat messages is more dangerous than I am? Do you mean this ...