Chapter 39 —Dorian Langdon

Narrator:

The office was dimly lit. Only the glow of the city beyond the windows illuminated Roman's stern expression.

Dominic entered, phone still in hand, jaw tense, brow furrowed with the weight of frustration.

“Nothing,” he blurted out. Even with all my contacts, we can't get her out. At least not through regular channels.

Roman didn't respond right away. He ran a hand over his face, trying to contain the rage burning beneath his skin.

Aylin was still there, locked up, alone. Waiting for a fate she didn't deserve.

He wasn't going to allow that. He didn't have many options. And he hated that.

He hated feeling control slipping through his fingers, that there wasn't a single move on his board that could be made without risking something.

But he wasn't going to lose her.

He adjusted his jacket, exhaled slowly, and picked up the phone.

Dominic watched him from across the desk, frowning.

“What are you going to do?”

Roman didn't answer right away. His fingers sl