C41 Taken

The car raced through the night, sirens wailing, lights flashing.

Isabella sat in the back, her hands clenched in her lap, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Beside her, Damien worked his phone, coordinating with his security team, with the police, with anyone who could help. His voice was calm, controlled, but she could see the fear in his eyes.

Her mother's house was forty-five minutes away