Risky escape

Michael ran out of the bedroom and toward the door. When he tried to open it, he found it locked. His brows knitted tightly together, a mixture of anger and apprehension etched upon his face.

"What the fuck is going on?" he exclaimed in exasperation. "Who locked the door?"

He was both angry and worried at the same time. Sebastian's anger would know no bounds if Abigail went missing while he was watching. And if Abigail slipped into danger's clutches, Sebastian's wrath would not just be directed at him, but also at his entire squad.

Michael's spine tingled at the thought. He quickly called one of the guards. His anxiety was heightened when his phone call went unanswered.

"What the fuck is he doing? Why is he not picking up the damn phone?" Michael groaned, his frustration mounting.