CHAPTER 16
Back in the city,
Marcus received the automated distress signal from the Swiss safehouse,
and his world completely shattered into a million pieces of pure panic.
"No,
no,
no,"
he muttered,
his hands shaking as he tried to call Khloe's satellite phone,
only to receive a dead,
staticky signal.
The realization that Julian had found them sent a wave of murderous fury through his entire being,
wiping away any remaining desire to play by the rules.
He didn't call the police,
knowing they would take too long to coordinate an international response across jurisdictions.
Instead,
he called his private security force,
ordering his personal supersonic jet to be prepped for an immediate flight to Zurich.
But before he could leave his hotel room,
his phone rang from an unknown,
unlisted number,
the caller ID appearing as a blank screen.
He answered it,
his jaw clenched so tightly it pained him,
his breath coming in short,
sharp gasps.
"You thought you could destroy me,
Marcus?"
Julian's voice sneered through the speaker,
sounding manic,
deranged,
and completely unhinged by his financial ruin.
"You took my empire,
so I am taking yours,
starting with your beautiful wife and your precious little heir."
"If you touch them,
Julian,
there is no corner of this earth where you can hide from me,"
Marcus vowed,
his voice deathly quiet,
filled with a promise of absolute destruction.
Julian laughed,
a chilling,
echoing sound that proved he had completely lost his sanity along with his money.
"They are already dead,
Marcus,
my men are burning that chalet to the ground as we speak,"
Julian lied,
trying to inflict the maximum amount of psychological torment.
Marcus refused to believe it,
knowing Khloe's intelligence and resourcefulness,
refusing to let Julian's psychological games break his spirit.
"I am coming for you,
Julian,"
Marcus stated simply,
then smashed the phone against the wall,
May you like
breaking it into pieces,
before sprinting out of the room to start his hunt.
