OLIVER CAGE: Return Of The Lionheart

Chapter 202

The ringing phone pierced through the tense air in Oliver's office. He eyed the caller ID and, with a heavy sigh, reluctantly answered Viktor's call.

"What do you want, Viktor?" Oliver's voice dripped with a mix of irritation and weariness. Viktor was the least of the problems now that he had a wild dog like Donavan running around.

Viktor had been tamed and was less and less of a threat to Oliver.

Viktor's chuckle on the other end grated on Oliver's nerves. "Oh, Oliver, my friend, I thought you might want to know how much of your business was in the streets, bouncing on and off the ears of your enemies."

Oliver's patience wore thin. "Cut to the chase, Viktor. I'm not in the mood for your games."

Viktor's tone shifted to one of mock sympathy. "Well, well. It seems your dear friend Pascal has been up to some mischief. Got his hands dirty, didn't he?"

Oliver's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before it finally clicked, and he sighed… "What are you talking about?"

"Tom, my dear friend, ma