Max's POV
After leaving Blair and Luca searching in Caracas and keeping his men out all over South America, the Alpha recruited me on his hunt for Gustavo Escobar. After a long, torturous car journey to Colombia in a car with a frustrated and angry Alpha, we finally arrived at the house on the coordinates given to us by the Caracas head of police.
"I was joking when I said we should just ring the doorbell and ask politely, you know?" I said as we stood on the doorstep of the house.
"Got a better idea?" Leo snapped. "And I don't think anyone's in."
"Either that or we're about to get shot," he mumbled.
He ignored me and we stood there for a few minutes with no sound or movement coming from within the house.
"Fucking hell," I cursed. "Now what-?"
Before I could finish, he'd kicked down the door.
"Exactly what Ella would have done," I said. "Do you two have some kind of breaking and entering kink?"
"No, we have a get shit done kink," he replied, stepping into the house.