Chapter 6 - The Race
The terrible silence in the room was completely shattered by the loud sound of my panicked breathing.
Matteo's men were currently storming the exact bunker where my highly vulnerable daughter was hiding.
I grabbed Alina firmly by the hand and pulled her rapidly up from the cold floor.
We sprinted frantically down the grand staircase, totally ignoring the bodies of the guards I had eliminated earlier.
We burst out of the heavy front doors and ran wildly through the freezing, snow-covered forest.
I desperately pulled out my encrypted phone and repeatedly dialed Nico's direct secure number.
The line rang endlessly in my ear, mocking my absolute helplessness as we finally reached the hidden car.
I threw the vehicle into gear and tore aggressively down the icy mountain roads toward the sleeping city.
Alina sat in the passenger seat, weeping silently into her trembling, freezing hands.
I pushed the heavy SUV far beyond its mechanical limits, aggressively running every single red light in our path.
I promised Alina I would burn the entire city to the completely bare ground before letting Matteo touch our daughter.
We finally reached the desolate industrial district where my underground bunker was secretly located.
The heavy steel entrance doors to the facility were blown completely off their massive concrete hinges.
Thick smoke billowed aggressively out of the dark underground tunnel, filling the cold air with the smell of explosives.
I grabbed my heavy assault rifle and ran directly into the smoking darkness without any hesitation.
Alina followed closely behind me, tightly holding the silver revolver she had brought from the estate.
The main control room was completely destroyed, the expensive computers smashed into a million tiny, useless pieces.
I screamed Sophia's name passionately into the darkness, my voice cracking with pure, unfiltered desperation.
There was absolutely no answer, only the sound of water dripping slowly from a broken overhead pipe.
I found a massive pool of fresh blood smeared aggressively across the metal floor near the security desk.
My encrypted phone suddenly vibrated heavily inside my heavy tactical vest.
I pulled it out and saw a new picture message received directly from Nico's personal phone.
The horrific photo showed Nico completely tied to a chair, bleeding heavily from multiple severe wounds.
Behind him stood Matteo, violently holding a terrified Sophia entirely suspended over the edge of an industrial roof.
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The text message below the horrific image was incredibly brief and brutally clear.
"Come to the old shipping terminal alone, or the little girl learns how to fly," the chilling message read.
