"Young Master Clyde, please switch to video call," the voice commanded, which was met with the Alpha's enraged cuss.
"The fuck are you doing with his phone!" Clyde shouted, but still swapped the button on his phone's screen and accepted the video call request without turning on the front camera.
The Alpha's blue eyes widened in shock when he saw Vincent's figure, hands cuffed behind his back with a gun ready to blow his brain out of his skull.
The shock didn't end there— Vincent wasn't the only one they held at gunpoint right now.
Lucas was also there, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth from the hard kick that landed on his face just when he was about to warn Clyde that they were trying to pinpoint his location.
"Young Master, turn off your GPS— Kgggh!"
The burly man smirked in satisfaction as he focused the phone's camera on the fresh bruise on Lucas' face.