Page 111 of Downfall

And the fact that I’m lying alone right now testifies to it more than anything else.

I run my hands over my face. She might have left hours ago and yet I can smell her as if she’s still here. My phone buzzes. I glance at it but don’t make any move to touch it.

Then it buzzes again.

And again.

I sigh sitting up, reaching over.No rest for the wicked today apparently.

But as I stare at the screen my stomach drops. What the fuck has happened? I spring from the bed just as it rings and I half fumble to swipe the damn screen.

“What the fuck is going on?” I snarl.

“I don’t know.” Ben says quickly. “I’m here. I’m sorting it.”

“How did they find out where they were?”

“I don’t know Roman.” Ben snarls. “But there’s something else…”

“What?”

“Sofia is missing.”

“What?”

“She messaged me to say she was headed over here, I’ve searched everywhere. We can’t find her.”

My anger soars. If they’ve touched her, hurt her, kidnapped her even then by god will they pay for that.

“I’m on my way.” I say.

“Make it quick.” He replies hanging up.

* * *

My tyres screechas I come to a stop in front of the compound. For a moment I just sit there staring at the destruction. The security gates have been blown up. It looks like a missile has blasted into the concrete walls. Part of the building is still alight and the acrid smoke is pouring up into the air.

I grab my gun, not that I think I’ll need it, and get out. My boots crunch across the gravel and before I realise I’m sprinting, racing inside.

Around me my men are salvaging what they can. I make eye contact with Turner and he freezes, his face no doubt echoing the same emotions as mine.

“Have you found her?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “We have CCTV footage. We didn’t see anyone taking her.”

I grunt in reply. That means shit when we both know there are ways around it. Hell, I’m practically an expert in avoiding cameras when I need to and everything about this attack tells me it’s a professional hit.

“Roman.” Ben says from behind me and I turn seeing the ashen look on his face.

“We’ll find her.” I say.

He nods before jerking his head. “You need to see this.”

Christ, what is it now? I follow him through the destruction, and as my eyes realise where we’re headed I meet his gaze.

“Tell me they got out.”

He winces which tells me enough.

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