Thomas had been lurking outside the villa gates for three straight days.
On the fourth day, he kidn*pped Liam on his way home from school.
Jordan and I turned the entire neighborhood upside down searching for him until Thomas' call finally came through.
"I have your son." His voice crackled with barely restrained madness. "If you want him alive, bring me one hundred million dollars."
A chill shot through my entire body. My hands shook as I switched the call to speakerphone.
"Where are you?" I demanded.
"On the rooftop of St. Peter's Cathedral," he replied with a laugh. "The view up here is beautiful."
His voice suddenly turned cold. "You have thirty minutes to get the money. Otherwise, come collect both our bodies."
I didn't waste a second. Fear and fury chu
