[The descent to hell is easy.]

Prologue: Gone.

Prologue: Gone.

"I never thought I'd ever find someone I would move the earth for, but then I met you."

Those were his last words to me before he disappeared. Vanished. Seemingly into thin air.

He being Julian Morozov, the son of one of the most powerful leaders within the Russian mafia, and my best friend.

It's been six months since I last heard from him, a large contrast to the almost constant contact between us before. The landline at the house he shared with his cousin Damon had been disconnected months ago, all his social accounts deactivated and his mobile number listed as out of use. One minute he was there, the next it was like he never existed.

For me that was the worst thing that could happen. Not knowing. Because that meant chances were, he was in trouble.

Serious trouble.