Chapter 73. My Responsibility

Randall's POV

I could feel them watching me as I walked out and I didn't care. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door before letting out a scream of frustration.

I'd like to say that after blowing off that steam and getting my wolf under control things got better.

They didn't. At about five, a furious Rosalie came out of her office and called the team around her. She had been on the phone for twenty minutes, the blinds in her office closed, and I could smell her frustration. "Attention please everyone," she said as we stopped and gathered around. "Effective immediately, we are to cease inquiries and investigations into the Chicago mob. Assemble the information you have and send it to me, and I will pass it to the Organized Crime bureau."

I slammed my hand on the table. "Really? Those fuckers are taking this from us?"

"Those are my instructions. Randall, my office. Now."

She turned around and stormed back into her off