CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT

Dimitri's POV 

I could not breathe.

The photo burned into my mind. 

Irina was tied to a chair with a gun pressed against her temple. Her eyes were wide with fear.

"Sergei!" I shouted.

He came running into my office.

"What is it?" He asked.

I showed him the photo. Sergei's face went pale. "When did you get this?" He demanded.

"Five minutes ago," I said. My voice was shaking. "They said I should come to the old docks at midnight. Alone."

"It is a trap," Sergei said immediately.

"I know," I replied. "But what choice do I have?"

I stood up and started pacing. My hands were...