Morgan's POV
They all said the same thing.
"You expect us to go against your father?" The automated voice on the other side of the phone said. Even though it sounded electronic, I could sense the disgruntled tone behind it.
"I thought you were anonymous. You work for me."
"I can't give you hope on this one Miss. I'm sorry." And just like that, he ended the call. I began calling every other underground contact I had to get them to help me at least get back my kids. But none of them even spared me two minutes.
"Are you that scared?" I asked one of them, who replied by hanging up on me.
My phone rang, an unknown number which I immediately declined. It called again just as I was about to block it. When I busied it the second time, my phone chimed with a message.
"It's me Sabrina. Plea
