Vincent gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The moment Rafael mentioned Sarah kissing Damian, something inside him had snapped. Damian was supposed to protect her. That was the only reason Vincent had let him stay close.
And now?
Vincent’s car screeched to a stop in front of the prison. He stormed inside. The guards immediately stiffened at his presence. One of them rushed forward.
“Mr. Laurent—”
“Where is he?” Vincent’s voice was dangerously low.
The guard hesitated. “That’s why we were about to call you, sir. Damian… he’s gone.”
Vincent went still. “What?”
“We don’t know how,” another guard said quickly. “The cameras were cut. The cell was locked, but when we checked, he was gone.”
Vincent’s expression darkened. “Someone helped him escape?”
The guard
