𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Thirty-Six

Oliver

I returned to the livingroom after an intense gym session, my muscles pleasantly aching from the workout. But as soon as I stepped inside, something felt off. The silence was suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos I had left behind earlier. Isabella wasn't here. Her presence, her scent, everything that made her... her... was gone.

"Isabella?" I called out, but only the empty room answered me. My eyes scanned the space. But she was gone. My heart rate spiked, panic clawing at the edges of my mind. She wouldn't have just left... Would she?

She fucking escaped.

Why the fuck did I let her out of that room? How could I been so fucking careless.

I cursed under my breath, my mind racing. I had to find her, and fast. I sat down at my desk, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I pulled up the security camera feed from her apartment. As the footage loaded, I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing at the screen.

There she was, rushing down the hallway, her movements frantic. I watched as she disappeared from the frame, my frustration growing with each passing second. But then, two men appeared on the screen, lurking near her apartment door. I clenched my fists as they forced their way inside. My pulse thundered in my ears as they dragged her out, her struggles futile against their brute strength.

I slammed my fist down on the desk, rage boiling inside me. Who the fuck were these guys? What did they want with Isabella?

Without wasting another second, I grabbed my phone and called Carl, the building manager. "Carl, Some shit went down. I need your help." I said, my voice tight with urgency. "I need you to get here now."

Within minutes, Carl was in my office, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What's going on, Oliver?"

"My girlfriend was taken. I just saw her get kidnapped on the security feed," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

Carl's eyes widened as I played the footage for him. "Who are these guys?" he muttered, his face pale.

Carl had always been a steady presence, his sister Seila the one who hired me to put cameras in her ex-boyfriend's loft. she had an obsession just like me, that's why I didn't judge her, took the money and did the job I was paid for.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." I growled, my determination hardening into something dark and dangerous. "I need a copy of this footage."

Carl nodded quickly, transferring the video to a USB drive. "Be careful, Oliver. These men... they look dangerous."

"Trust me, I'm more dangerous." I said coldly. "But thanks."

With the footage in hand, I stormed out of my office, my mind laser-focused on one thing, finding Isabella. I had contacts, people who owed me favors, and I wasn't afraid to cash them in. I wouldn't rest until I had her back, until I had made those bastards pay for laying a hand on her.