♥ Chapter 66 ♥

Alessio Vecchio.

The tension in the shed is suffocating. It's been two days since Isabella disappeared, and I can't sleep or eat. Every minute that passes without news of her is a direct blow to my heart, a cruel reminder of my powerlessness. My body and mind are exhausted, consumed by the desperate need to find her. Lack of sleep exacerbates my dark and cruel mood, and the pressure on my men is unbearable. Yesterday, in a moment of pure fury and desperation, I killed one of the hackers for his inability to find Isabella. Chaos reigns, and everyone is overwhelmed, struggling to cope with the frantic pace of the search.

Suddenly, a memory flashes through my mind: the ring I gave Isabella. The damn ring contains a tracker. I feel a surge of anger and self-hatred. If I'd remembered that crucial detail, we might have found her by now. Guilt consumes me, and frustration only increases. How could I have forgotten something so vital?

Without hesitation, I take a firm step towards the hackers. They are panicking, trying to decipher any clue, but most of them seem to be in a state of complete despair.

'' Isabella is wearing the ring I gave her. It contains a tracker! Activate it immediately! The number is 0934-8291-4576! '' My voice is a cutting roar, full of anger and despair.

The hackers, visibly terrified, begin to work frantically. One of the technicians, his face pale, tries to recalibrate the tracking devices.

''Sir, the tracker is in an area with severe interference. There is no cell phone signal at the site. '' The technician says, his voice laced with fear.

I feel a surge of frustration and anger. I move towards him, my patience completely exhausted.

''Do something now, damn it! Find her immediately! '' I shout at him, my voice filled with uncontrollable fury.

The hackers move frantically, trying to overcome the interference. Time seems to drag on as they work, but finally, one of the technicians raises his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

''My lord, we've managed to pick up an approximate location,'' he says, with a slight tremor in his voice. ''The tracker is signaling a remote and isolated location in Myanmar.

My mind processes the information quickly. Myanmar. Relief is bitter, mixed with anger at not being able to find Isabella sooner. I turn to Saul, the coldness in my gaze is almost palpable.

''Gather all the security guards,'' I order in a cold, merciless voice. ''We're going there immediately.

Saul bows respectfully and runs to carry out the order. As I prepare for the mission, Eric enters the shed. His presence is a shock; he moves with the help of a cane. I look at him with a mixture of surprise and disdain.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice laced with coldness and irritation.

Eric looks at me with a resolute expression.

''I want to go with you. You may need my help. I'm a doctor, and I have expertise in psychology. Your wife might need it,'' he says.

I pondered his offer for a moment. A doctor's help could be valuable, but I'm so consumed by the need to act that I don't have time to argue. I turn my back on Eric and head towards the weapons, preparing for the operation. As I put on my vest and grab my weapons, a thought crosses my mind: when I find out who ordered this kidnapping, I will make him suffer in the worst possible way. Revenge will be relentless.

Finally, the security guards arrive, their expressions showing the seriousness of the situation. Saul stands in front of them, his hands behind his back, and speaks with due formality.

''Get ready. We have my queen's location. We're going to get her right now. Get ready! '' I say firmly, my voice resonating with authority.

'' Yes, my lord! '' They all shout in unison, their energy reflecting the urgency of the mission.

Dante approaches, his expression one of total concentration.

''My lord, the private jet is ready for departure.

'' Very good! '' I look at my entire team. '' Let's go!

With all the preparations completed, I head to the airport with my team. Isabella's rescue is the only thing that matters now.

As soon as I get into the car, I'm consumed by thoughts of Isabella as we drive to the airport. Every image of her, and every possibility of what might have happened to her, haunts my mind. I wonder how she is—if she's hurt, if she's in pain. At the thought of her being hurt, anger and worry consumed me, turning my mind into a whirlwind of fury. The anguish is palpable, and the need to rescue her is all that matters now.

***

Finally, we arrive at the airport. I see Jack and James, the pilot and co-pilot of the private jet, waiting for me. They bow respectfully when they see me coming. I don't bother to respond to their greeting; my mind is totally focused on what's to come.

''Sir, the private jet is ready for departure,'' says Jack, his tone respectful and efficient, reflecting the urgency of the situation. Making me pause for a moment.

''Very well!'' I reply firmly, my voice laden with tension and determination. '' Let's go!

With all the preparations completed, I boarded the jet with my team. The adrenaline is palpable, and every member of the team is aware of the seriousness of the mission. Eric sits next to me, but I barely notice him. My mind is only focused on one thing: getting Isabella back to me.

The jet takes off, and I lean on the seat, trying to control the storm of thoughts raging inside me. The time until arrival seems to drag on, every minute is an eternity.

Every moment that passes without meeting Isabella consumes me more, the weight of uncertainty and guilt is overwhelming. But as the jet cuts through the skies towards Myanmar, my determination remains steadfast. Nothing will stop me from bringing Isabella back. Nothing and no one.