Knife's Edge

Dante

I slam my fist down on the counter, making the cat statue with its paw in the air topple over. “That’s not f*****g good enough.”

Wing, the boss of the biggest triad in Chinatown, looks at me without a flicker of emotion in his eyes. “You storm into my shop. You set your goon outside to scare away reputable customers. And then you tell me I haven’t met your expectations?”

I suck in a breath and grab for the fraying remains of my hold on my temper. A week and a half. She’s been gone for a week and a half, and I’m not any goddamn closer than I was the night she disappeared.

If I didn’t know about the three armed bruisers behind the curtain in this stupid f*****g tea shop Wing and I both know handles a paltry portion of their money laundering, I’d already have my gun out. As is, I glance ……