Victor leaned back in his leather chair, the rich scent of whiskey swirling in the air, his fingers lazily grazing the rim of his glass.
A smug smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he skimmed the reports before him, another successful round of dirty deals, the kind that fueled the quiet thrill in his veins. Everything was under control, or so he thought.
That illusion shattered with a sudden ping from his laptop. The screen blinked alive, and the headline blared across his vision like a slap to the face:
“KIDNAPPING OF POPULAR BILLIONAIRE WOMAN’S SON, JAMAL, BY THE POPULAR BILLIONAIRE VICTOR! ANYWHERE YOU SEE HIM FOLKS REPORT TO THE STATION”
Victor’s hand trembled as he slammed the glass down, whiskey splashing onto the desk. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out rational t
