"So, what the fuck? What's wrong?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"We think that Vladimir got her. Peter isn't answering his phone, neither is Thalia and I am wondering why the fuck my daughter and you didn't go on the same fucking plane together? I thought I told you guys to come here together?"

I clench my fist at the thought of Thalia being somewhere else other than here.

Is she with the Russians?

Or did she really run away because she didn't want to face me?

Was she that afraid?

God, I don't fucking know what to do.

"I thought so too, Ace, but your daughter likes being a bitch to me for no reason," I spit without even thinking.

Ace will probably punch me but I couldn’t care less.

I am pissed and will probably need a good distraction after this shit.

"Watch it. Just because you are Leo's son doesn't mean I will not punch you. Watch how you talk about my daughter," Ace threatens and I roll my eyes.

"Your daughter is the one who left without me and decided to do things on her own. I was sleeping when she left, and she didn't bother to wake me up. Instead, she left."

Like a scared little bitch.

"Why did she leave though, Alexander? She had no reason to leave unless you pissed her off so what the fuck did you do?!" Ace yells, getting frustrated.

"Ace, calm down. We don't even know if Thalia was kidnapped or not," Aria says, trying to calm him down.

Ace looks at Aria. "Aria, what do you think she did? Went on some fucking vacation with fucking Peter? I don't think so," Ace chuckles darkly before turning his attention to me. "What happened, Alexander?"

I lightly shake my head and lean towards him. "I didn't do shit, Ace. Maybe when your daughter comes you can ask her yourself but until then, leave me alone. I got what you needed, therefore, you don't need me anymore."

I stand up from my chair and walk out of his office while Ace calls after me.

I don't give a shit though.

I need something.

A distraction.

A good one.

I could go to the gym and take my anger out by punching the bag or I can get high as shit or wasted.

Seems like the best option.

I get inside the car where Michael is still sitting in the driver's seat.

"Take me to my place," I state, and Michael doesn't say anything else, he just drives without replying. He probably knows I am not in the mood for bullshit. While he drives, I lean my head on the head rest and close my eyes. I feel the car park and I lift my head and see we’re at my place. "Thanks," I say before getting out of the car and walking to the front door.