Dominic's car screeched to a halt in front of the estate. He barely waited for the engine to stop before throwing the door open and storming inside, his gun already drawn.
"Elijah!" His voice echoed through the halls. Silence.
A sick feeling crawled up his spine.
Vincent rushed in behind him, gun raised. His sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on the broken window. Blood splattered the floor, and the shattered glass glistened under the moonlight.
Dominic felt his chest tighten. His worst fear had just come true.
Vincent crouched near the glass, touching a fresh smear of blood. "It's recent."
Dominic clenched his fists. Matteo.
His phone buzzed. With a shaky breath, he looked at the screen.
Unknown Number: You're always so careless, Dominic.
Unknown Number: I have something of yours. If you want him back, come get him.
Attached was a photo.
Elijah—tied to a chair, head slumped forward. A bruise was forming on his cheek, his lips slightly parted as if he'd just woken up.
Dominic's grip tightened around the phone. His entire body burned with rage.
Vincent glanced at the screen. "Where is he?"
Dominic's jaw clenched. "Matteo wants me to come to him."
"Then let's—"
"No." Dominic cut him off. "You stay here and track the location of this message. I'll handle Matteo myself."
Vincent grabbed his arm. "That's exactly what he wants, boss. You go alone, you're walking into a trap."
Dominic pulled away. "I don't care."
Vincent cursed under his breath but didn't argue further. He knew Dominic well enough to know there was no stopping him now.
Dominic turned, storming out the door, his mind set on one thing—
Taking Elijah back and making Matteo pay in blood.
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