บท 60: A Choice

[Rosco’s POV]

I hang up the phone after giving the police my father’s number. For now, he could handle things with Charlie. Once I’m finished, I stare at the message that contains Denali’s photo. Someone has a fucking death wish, and if they want to fight me, then they can. I was more than willing to take them on and fucking kill them.

Clicking on the number, I wait until the other end picks up.

“That was quick,” a deep male voice rumbles from the other end. “I was wondering when you would call.”

Anger rushes through me as the bastards cocky attitude radiates from the other end. He truly didn’t know who the fuck he was dealing with, but I was more than willing to show him, but first I needed to know that Denali was okay.

“What do you want?” I ask slowly, trying to keep from breaking the phone. “This is your purpose, no? You want money? Power? Maybe an exchange. Name it.”

“I don’t want any of those things,” he counters with a laugh. “All this is for you to make a choice.”