88. Kidnapped!

Author's POV

Dominick looked at the beauty who was tied to the chair in his basement. She was unconscious but was still glowing under the lights. He folded sleeves of his shirt looking at her with smirk.

Her hair was tied in bun, tiny nose was red because of effect of the drug. Her lips were parted. Dominick couldn't understand why he is staring at her like this.

He walked behind her chair and sat at the table which has weapons of torture.

He looked at her through corner of his eyes when she whimpered but he ignored her and picked up the knife.

"How did you managed to come back so soon?"

Alex entered inside and looked at Dominick who was sitting behind Grace's chair.

"It wasn't that hard."

Dom shrugged.

"She was roaming around without security."

"Good! Are you okay?"

Alex asked.

"Yes! It was quite hard to fool the security but nothing i can't do."

He replied still looking at his knife.

"This is her... Vladimir's sister?"

He looked at the girl who's head was hanging l