"The documents are in a safety deposit box. Financial institution of Geneva. Account number 4721-8956-3302."
Celeste’s voice came out flat. Empty. She stared at Rylan whilst his guys kept their weapons on her and Damien.
Rylan smiled. "See? That wasn’t so hard."
"Let Mila go."
"Of course." He tapped his phone. "Stand down. Leave the girl."
Celeste’s body wanted to collapse. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she knew Mila was safe.
Rylan walked closer. "You know what’s funny? You actually thought you could win. That you and your little boyfriend could take down families that have existed for centuries."
"We’re not done yet," Damien said.
Rylan laughed. "Yes. You are."
He raised his gun. Pointed it at Damien’s head.
"No!" Celeste stepped in front of him.
"Move."
"Shoot me firs
