I spin to confront my brother.
Bogdan is wiping blood from his lip, grinning at us as though he’s already won.
“What have you done!” I scream at him.
He shrugs.
I glare at Vasya. “What is going on, Vasya?”
But he can’t even look at me.
“Selene. Raya isn’t answering. And neither is the security team.” Simon’s voice is so tight that his words are barely audible.
“We have to go!” I shout, panic thickening. “We have to get to the twins!”
Behind me Bogdan laughs. “Have a nice night, sister,” he taunts me, turning and running for the exit with Vasya right behind him.
As we bolt past the dining room, we notice my father and the twins are already gone. They fled the moment their plan came into play.
This was always the plan.
Going after the twins was always the plan.
Chapter21 - Simon
Her father and brothers vanish from the scene before I can even think of sending my security team to detain them. My only thought is to reach the twins. It’s all I can focus on.
Selene and I leap into the car, and I shout orders to my security guards who were waiting outside the restaurant. “Get to Raya! The twins are compromised!”
Selene grips the door handle, her knuckles white, her face even paler, as we speed through the city towards the penthouse.
“They couldn’t have gotten inside?” Selene murmurs. “The security is too good,” she says, talking to herself more than to me.
My phone rings, and I answer it in a second. “What?” I snap.
“Sir, we can’t get hold of the team on duty with the twins.”
“I know, neither can I. How close are you?”
“Five minutes out. The cameras in the whole building are down.”
“Fuck,” I snarl. The Ghost. He can make anything disappear. And now I fear he has my children and is going to make them disappear.
“I’ll be there in three minutes,” I snap, hanging up the phone.
We stop outside the building instead of underground. I ramp the sidewalk, jerking to a stop as we spill from the car before the engine is turned off.
Selene runs straight for the elevator.
I sprint behind her, but I notice the extensive bloodstains on the desk of the security guard who usually sits there. I know in my heart that if I glance behind his desk, his body will be lying on the floor, lifeless. If they got his keys, and if they managed to torture the codes from him…
My stomach knots as I slip into the elevator with Selene. There is blood on one of the metal walls. Polished silver, splashed with red. Selene refuses to look at it or acknowledge it. My jaw is so tightly clench it feels locked.
My phone chimes, and I read a message saying the second security team is downstairs. But where is the team that was watching my children?
The elevator doors slide open into our penthouse. And my heart hits the pit of my soul.
There is a thick trail of blood, the kind you get when you drag a body over white tiles. It leads from the elevator, where the first security guard would have been standing, towards the kitchen.
