Chapter 9

• Senna kept pacing around his master bedroom as he waited for whoever the fuck was on the other side of the phone to pick up the call.
• He had tried calling a few times, but there was no answer. The call ended with an annoying beep, and he stifled the urge to toss his cutting-edge cell phone across the room to crash. He had been doing that lately and getting new phones every week. Now was the time to change and be fucking disciplined.
• Just as he was about to dial the same number, a call came in. It was from Diablo, and Senna hoped it wasn't bad news. He had been the bearer of bad news late, which wasn't what he needed on a night like this.