My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

"Sir, he is not at the Salisbur residence either."

"Well? Find another! Just how many residences can that b-stard own?"

The two men nodded tiredly and left for another search with probably no results.

Pointless.

It was all pointless.

Emiliano is a rat. He is good at causing damage, stealing, sneaking and hiding. I need a trap. One good enough to lure him out.

But he already has Luther.

And that is his only weakness.

He is hiding him good enough for the police not to find him.

I am not the only one on a witch hunt for Luther.

For a week, the national television did nothing but drag his name through the mud.

Terrorist.