DAMIEN’S POV

The phone was still clutched in my hand, Rose's weak voice echoing in my ears like a ghost.

‘Damien…Damien, please help me.’

Then nothing. The line went dead, but my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might explode out of my chest. I stared at the screen for a split second, the unknown number mocking me. Who the hell had her? Where was she? The questions burned in my brain, but there was no time for that. Action. I needed action.

"Matteo!" I barked, spinning around in the bedroom. He was already there, bursting through the door with two guys trailing behind, laptops in hand....