Part 20
The world went completely silent, the sound of the car engine dying out in my ears as adrenaline flooded my system.
My twins. My babies. The only pieces of my heart that remained intact through this entire nightmare.
"Who?" I choked out, the word feeling like glass in my throat. "Who took them? The penthouse is a fortress!"
"We don't know," Marcus said, his hands shaking as he pulled up the security logs on his tablet.
"The feed went dark for exactly forty-five seconds. The guards were neutralized with a localized neurotoxin gas."
"No one is dead, but they're unconscious. The nursery is empty."
I grabbed the tablet from his hands, staring at the frozen static on the screen.
Alistair Sterling was ruined financially, but a man of his stature wouldn't have had time to organize a kidnapping in New York within minutes of our meeting.
This was planned in advance. It was a contingency plan.
If he lost the financial war, he would take my blood.
"Turn the car around," I commanded, my voice dropping into a register that terrified even Marcus.
"We are not going to the airport. We are going back to the Sterling estate."
"Victoria, if we go back there without backup—"
"I don't care about backup!" I screamed, the full force of a mother's rage exploding inside the vehicle.
"He has my children! Drive!"
The driver slammed on the brakes, pulling a dangerous U-turn across the wet highway, the tires screeching against the asphalt.
I looked down at my hands. They were steady now. The panic had burned away, leaving only a pure, murderous focus.
If Alistair Sterling thought he could use my children as a bargaining chip to get his billions back, he miscalculated.
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I wouldn't negotiate. I wouldn't sign a single paper.
I would tear his house down with my bare hands and bury him beneath the ruins.
