Ivan’s POV:
THREE NIGHTS AGO
After I hung up, I got dressed quickly and called for my driver.
“Hurry, take me to Sophia’s apartment,” I ordered.
“Yes, boss,” my driver said as we both hurried into the car.
I tried calling her again, but it t went to voicemail. I should just wait until I get there.
From the way he was speeding, I could tell my driver could sense the urgency of this matter, thankfully, it was well past midnight so the roads were deserted.
In a few minutes, we arrived at her house. I thought I would have to break down the door to enter but it gave way as soon as I pushed it.
She must be really drunk, to leave her door unlocked.
I moved inside to find her sprawled on the couch. I helped her to the toilet and quickly washed her up. I search her wardrobe for her pyjamas and put them on her.
The whole night I stayed by her side, watching her. Part of me liked it, I
My phone rang, a call from Roan. The guard in charge of watching over Sophia’s apartment.
“Yes?” I said into the phone as the call connected.
“Boss, Lord Harry and Sophia are together,” he said.
I already knew that they still kept up their silly charade and I already knew they went on a date together this evening.
“And?” I asked in a bored tone.
“She invited him into her house,” he said.
My grip on the phone tightened as a sudden rage washed over me. Jealousy wrapped around my heart squeezing just enough to make its presence known.
Images of Har try and Sophia together flashed through my mind, each more infuriating than the last. I imagined them laughing and having a happy time. What if she lets him touch her? Kiss her? And she moans for him just like she does for me? The thought of that made my blood boil.
If Harry lays a finger on her, I was going to kill him, and I don’t care whose son-
“…boss?” He called snapping me out of my thoughts
I cleared my throat. “Just keep an eye on the house as usual.”
“Ok.”
I hung up at the same time Sid walked into my living room.
“Here.” He handed me a file. “This is the information I could get on Harry and you were right about him acting suspiciously.”
I opened the file, stopping short when I read the first page. I turned to look at Sid.
Sid blew out a deep breath. “Yes, Harry is involved with human trafficking, he works with the Triads. He also indulges in underage sex, their hideout is the nightclubs owned by the Triads. And also, when he was nineteen, he raped his ex-girlfriend and took pictures of it to blackmail her, when she reported it, his father covered it up. There has been another rape allegation against him since then but the victims were paid off.”
Even though there were pictures and written evidence to prove what Sid had just said, I was still in shock. Granted, I knew the bastard wasn’t innocent but I didn’t know he was this bad. Ironic coming from someone like me, right? But that’s the thing, I don’t kill innocent people, I don’t sleep with underage girls nor do I indulge in human trafficking.
“…that isn’t all,” Sid continues. “There’s something more evil going on in their underground nightclub that needs to be stopped.” He flips to the last page. And the gory pictures made my heart drop. “These are people that have been kidnapped or deceived into being sex slaves, they have a website where people pay to see obscene and vile things done to these sex slaves, some could demand that they get raped or gutted out.”
My grip on the file tightened, I knew there was a good reason why I couldn’t trust the Triads to keep doing business with them, but Harry? The useless fucker was going to pay.
“How do we locate these victims and put an end to this,” I growled.
“I already spoke to our hacker, he’d have to first hack into their system.”
“Good.”
Wait… Harry was with Sophia.
Panic gripped me as I tossed the files and reached for my MacBook. I quickly open the feed that shows me Sophia’s house. Contrary to what Sasha had said when I asked for secret cameras to be installed in Sophia’s house, I think my idea was a good one, even though I knew it was an invasion of privacy.
The video on the screen showed Harry walking towards Sophia, she seemed uncomfortable and had a nervous smile on her face. He kept walking towards her until he backed her up against the wall.
Fuck! Is this what I think it is?
White hot rage blurred my vision.
“Shit! Sid, come with me,” I barked as I moved to grab one of my car keys.
He had a puzzled expression on his face but didn’t ask as he followed me to the car.
My mind raced and for the first time in a long time, my body shook with fear.
I got behind the wheel, started the car and sped off into the night. “Call Roan, tell him to break into Sophia’s house. Now!”
Sid took out his phone and dialled the number. For a minute there was nothing but silence; only my laboured breath could be heard in the car. The frustrated look on Sid’s face let me know he couldn’t get to Roan.
I punch the steering in anger. Why now? He had just called me minutes ago.
“You can’t get to him?” I spat.
“No, it is switched off,” Sid replied.
I punched the steering repeatedly, rage blinding me. I didn’t stop until Sid grabbed my arm. “Bozhe moy! V chem delo? Skazhi mne, chto proizoshlo.” [My God! What is the matter? Tell me what happened.]
“Etot gad s Sophia, Sidorov! [The bastard is with Sophia, Sidorov!]”
Silence.
He didn’t need to say anything, I knew what was going through his mind, it was the same thing for me.
“I’ll try Roan again,” he said finally.
I nodded, keeping my eyes on the road, not slowing down for anything or anyone.
“Shit,” he cursed.
No need, I’ll get there in time.
Minutes later, Sophia’s apartment came into view and I was out of the car before the engine was properly turned off. Sid was right behind me as usual.
I was at the door in a split second.
I kicked at it with great force and it gave way. It wasn’t locked.
I moved without seeing, all I wanted was to kill that bastard.
I grabbed him by his collar.
“What the fuc-”
I drove my knee into his crotch, followed by a fist to his nose. The crunch that accompanied it was satisfying.
I shoved him to the ground letting Sid deal with him while I checked on Sophia.
“I-Ivan?”