What do you want?
The tension between Douglas and Sienna disappeared the moment Dora rushed toward them, her face pale and full of worry.
"They sent another message," she said, her voice shaking.
Douglas took a deep breath. "No more guessing. Tonight, we end this. I will take you to that address."
Dora hesitated. She did not want to involve her best friend in this mess, but going alone was not an option. The risk was too great, and she could not put her child in danger while searching for the truth.
It took Austin an hour to arrive at the location, a deserted warehouse on the outskirts of the city. He stepped out of his car and walked forward with purpose. His face showed no emotion, but his senses were sharp, catching every movement in the shadows. As expected, the door was slightly open, and darkness spread beyond it. The moment he stepped inside, the lights flashed on suddenly, making him squint as his eyes adjusted.
In the center of the warehouse, a man dressed in flashy clothes with a large stomach stood grinning. The moment he saw Austin, his smile widened into something unsettling.
"Ah, our guest has arrived. And right on time," he said with a smug laugh.
"What do you want?" Austin’s voice was steady, his posture strong despite the obvious danger surrounding him. Two men in torn jeans and tight shirts stood behind him, gripping guns. Another two, just as scruffy, stood beside George.
George leaned back on an old chair, his eyes filled with amusement. "Straight to the point. I like that. I cannot stand people who waste my time."
The warehouse was mostly empty except for a worn-out desk and some scattered shipping containers. The silence was thick with unspoken threats.
George’s smirk faded as anger took over. "Because of you, my business collapsed. Because of you, I landed in jail, and now, every step I take is being watched. The people who once feared me now laugh at me. Years of power, gone in an instant. And it is all your fault."
His fists clenched as he spoke. "You took everything from me, so it is only fair that I take something from you."
Austin let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "And you think that means hurting my wife? You believe she means anything to me? That taking her will destroy me?"
He laughed louder, his expression full of mockery. "You really are not as smart as I thought. And to think I was even a little impressed."
George’s nostrils flared with frustration. "You expect me to believe she is nothing to you? That I will fall for this act?"
Austin kept his expression blank. "Go ahead. Do whatever you want with her. It will not make a difference to me."
The room fell silent, the air heavy with tension. Austin had set the trap. Now, he only had to wait for George to take the bait.
"If she means nothing to you, then why are you here?" George asked, his sharp gaze cutting through Austin's calm facade.
Austin leaned back in the chair, looking completely uninterested. "Are you seriously asking me that?" he replied, making George's patience wear thin.
George slammed his fist on the table. "You think I will believe that you do not care about your wife when you showed up the moment I threatened her?" His voice rose with anger, his hands clenching at his sides.
Laughter broke the heavy silence. Austin chuckled, clearly amused by George's rage. "Relax," he said, lifting his hands as if surrendering. "I came because I wanted to see you. Ever since you were released, I have been looking for you. But knowing you, I figured you would only let me find you when it suited you. At least my useless wife served a purpose, she led me straight to you."
George's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"
Austin smirked. "I will give you my address. She is alone in my apartment. Do whatever you want. She is just an object."
George studied him carefully. "You expect me to believe that?"
Austin leaned forward. "Men have desires, and the world is expensive, George. Women come with a price. But when you have one for free at your disposal, why not use her?" He paused before adding with a cruel smile, "Unlike your pretty friend, at least she is good for something."
George sneered, baiting him. "Well, I doubt she is worth much now. I imagine she has had too many men to count. You would only be setting yourself up for disappointment. Do not say I did not warn you."
Neither man noticed the figure standing behind the stack of crates. Dora pressed a hand over her mouth, her body trembling, silent tears streaming down her face. Douglas, watching Austin in disbelief, turned to Sienna, who held Dora up before she collapsed under the weight of her grief.
Her heart pounded painfully, her chest tightening as she struggled to breathe. She wanted to scream, to make him see how deeply his words had cut her, but no sound escaped her lips. The pain was overwhelming, suffocating. Every cruel remark replayed in her head, stabbing her like knives.
Sienna whispered urgently, "We need to leave before they see us."
Dora shook her head slightly, unable to tear her eyes away from the man who had just discarded her like trash. The same man she had once trusted. The same man who had promised her forever.
Douglas gritted his teeth. "He will regret this. I swear it."
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