Michael felt his chest tighten as his phone buzzed with a notification.
He pulled it out of his pocket, and as the video began to play, his breath caught in his throat. His hand trembled, and his heart pounded like a war drum as Bella’s sinister voice filled the air.
On the screen, Bella stood with a gun pointed at Nolan. The little boy’s face was streaked with dried tears, his body trembling. He looked utterly defeated.
"Just one more hour, Michael,” Bella’s voice dripped with venom, “and I’ll pull the trigger.” She smirked before adding, “Meet me at St. Paul’s Church if you’re interested in saving him.”
The butler, sensing something was wrong, leaned forward to peek at the phone. His face paled as he took in the scene.
“Sir, what do we—”
“Drive me to the church!” Michael bellowed,
