Chapter 38 —The Cold Cage

Narrator:

Hours had turned into days, and madness was consuming him.

Roman didn't sleep, didn't eat, did nothing but look for her, call his contacts, check cameras, interrogate anyone who might have the slightest clue. But there was nothing. Nothing.

That was the part that was killing him.

Because if someone had kidnapped her, they would have already demanded a ransom.

If someone had dared to touch her, he would have already found the first trace of blood.

But no. It was as if Aylin had vanished from the face of the Earth.

Dominic entered his office unannounced. Roman barely looked up, frowning, a cigarette almost burned down between his fingers.

“What?” he growled, his voice rough from holding back his torment.

Dominic crossed his arms, tilting his head.

“What if she was kidnapped?”

Roman was silent for a moment.

Then he let out a dry laugh, without a trace of humor.

“No one would dare do that to me, Dominic.”

Dominic narrowed his eyes.

“Maybe not to you. But