FAZER LOGINGemma“Gemma, if you don’t go on this date, I’m going to start believing you enjoy making that man suffer.”I stopped searching through my handbag and turned to look at Katia. “Excuse me?”She sat comfortably on my bed, looking far too pleased with herself. Gigi stood beside the wardrobe, sorting through the clothes I’d thrown across the bed earlier. From the way she was nodding, I could tell she’d already chosen her side.“I’m serious,” Katia said. “What exactly do you want him to do? Crawl on his knees from his house to yours? Because, honestly, after everything you’ve put him through, I think the man deserves a little mercy.”I stared at her.The past few weeks had been difficult for Katia, but she was gradually getting better. Her physical wounds were healing, although she still had moments when the memories of what Vadim had done to her became too much, she was no longer as frightened as she’d been when she first woke up in the hospital.And now, she’d found the strength to join
GemmaI had barely slept.After Julian left the room the night before, I stayed beside Katia’s bed. Gigi eventually fell asleep in the chair across from me, but I couldn’t keep my eyes closed for long. Every sound from the machines made me look up, hoping to see some sign that Katia was getting better.She hadn’t moved.Even with her lying safely in a hospital bed, I still couldn’t believe we had found her. I kept thinking about what might have happened if Julian hadn’t reached her in time. Whenever that thought came to mind, I pushed it away. I had spent two days waiting for news, and now that Katia was here, I wanted to believe the worst was behind us.I was deep in thought when I noticed her fingers move.“Katia?”Her face twitched. Her fingers moved against the blanket, and her breathing became quicker and uneven. Then she opened her eyes.“Katia!” I called, gently touching her shoulder.She looked around the room, confused, then she tried to sit up.“No, no, no.” I reached for he
GemmaI paced around the room for nearly ten minutes, unable to sit still. Two days. It had been two freaking days since we last heard anything from them, and every hour that passed made the silence worse.“It’s been two days,” I said, turning toward Gigi. “Two days, Gigi. We haven’t heard anything. No call. No message. Nothing.”Gigi sat on the floor, resting her head on her knee. She looked just as worried, even though she had been trying to stay as calm as possible. Every time I passed her, her eyes followed me, and each time I reached for my phone, she seemed to tense too. She reached for my hand when I passed her again, but I pulled away without meaning to and continued pacing.“You need to stay calm. We don’t know what’s happening, but they’re working on it, Gemma. He will call when there is any news.”“That is exactly what scares me,” I murmured. “If everything was fine, why hasn’t he called? It’s been two days now.”“I know.”I stopped in front of her and folded my arms, tryin
JulianWe pushed through the entrance. The hallway was dark. A guard appeared at the end of it. He raised his weapon at me but I fired at him first.Another man rushed from a side room, swinging at one of my men. They crashed on the wall, fighting at close range while another guard came running toward them.I moved past them; I wasn’t interested in anyone except Vadim and Katia.We searched one room after another, but each one was empty. The next room offered nothing either, and the storage room contained only boxes and equipment.James appeared beside me. “We need the lower section.”I nodded. We moved down a narrow staircase. The sound of fighting continued above us. At the bottom, the hallway became colder and darker. There were several doors along the walls.James tried the first; it was empty. The second was filled with old furniture and supplies. The third was locked. I grabbed the handle and pulled. It didn’t move.James stepped forward and examined the lock. “Give me a second.
JulianThe men checked their weapons and communication devices one final time. No one spoke unnecessarily. The moment the cabin door opened, I stepped out first.Several black vehicles were already waiting near the aircraft. My father’s men stood beside them, dressed in black suits with weapons secured under their jackets. Their faces were expressionless, their movements controlled, and every one of them watched the area around us.One of them stepped forward.“Mr. Ferguson?”“Yes.”He extended his hand.“My name is Rambo. Your grandfather sent us.”I shook his hand once.“Everything ready?”“We have vehicles, additional weapons, medical supplies, and information on the property.”James stepped beside me.“How many men?”“Ten with me. Another five are already positioned near the district.”James exchanged a brief look with me.Rambo continued, “We also have someone watching the estate from a distance. No one knows you are here.”I nodded.“Good.”We moved toward the vehicles.James cl
JulianEveryone was busy when I walked in. Several monitors covered the wall, displaying call records, maps, travel information, and financial reports while James stood in front of them with two of my men working behind him.Nobody looked up to greet me, and James did not waste time with an explanation. He simply turned one of the screens toward me and said, “We traced Katia’s phone.”He brought up the call record and enlarged the map. “The call connected through a Russian network. Katia’s phone is no longer communicating through the network it was previously registered on, but the device itself left enough activity for us to follow the connection.”I studied the screen. “Do we have her location?”James shook his head. “Not yet. We know the phone is in Russia, but that only gives us a country. The connection bounced between networks before disappearing. I’m working backward through the timestamps and cell activity to narrow the area.”I moved around the desk while James opened another







