Helene kept backing away, her voice cracking with panic. “What do you want? Who are you? Let me go… please, someone help…”
She screamed at her phone lying on the ground. “Julian, help me! Please, help me!”
A low, icy sneer slid through the night, making every hair on her neck stand up. Helene spun around and saw a man dressed head to toe in black, leaning lazily against a car. Smoke curled around his fingers, half hiding that disturbingly good-looking face she’d never forget.
Her legs started shaking. It was him again.
“What do you want from me? Let me go! You know kidnapping is a crime, right?”
He flicked the ash from his cigarette. “You hired people to kill. And you’re worried about me breaking the law?”
…
Julian stared at his phone, cold and silent after the call dropped.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Oliver looked up at him, eyes wide as Julian jumped to his feet.
Julian scanned the room, but Madeline was nowhere in sight. “Where’s your mom?”
“She just left,” Oliver answered softly.
Julian’s jaw tightened. He understood immediately. “Stay here, don’t wander off.”
Before Oliver could ask anything else, Julian had already left. Oliver climbed down from his chair and made his way to the ICU window, peering in at his brother. His little face was full of worry and sadness.
…
Helene was tied to a chair, a black hood over her head, her mouth sealed with black tape. Her muffled cries for help were desperate, but barely more than a whisper in the room.

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