"There you are," Vargas snarled, his voice laced with sadistic amusement. He stood at the doorway, a cruel smile plastered on his face. Behind him, two burly men loomed, their faces emotionless masks.
Amelia's heart hammered against her ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Victor. What had they done to him? Her gaze darted across the room, searching for any sign of him, but the only movement came from Scarlett, who slumped against the wall, her breathing shallow.
"Leave her alone," Richard growled, stepping protectively in front of Amelia. His hand hovered near his pocket, where Amelia knew he kept his concealed pistol.
Vargas chuckled, a cold sound that sent chills down her spine. "So, the loyal nephew joins the fray. How touching. But let me assure you, Mr. Blackwood, your pres
