HUNDRED AND SEVEN

Sin pov.

I felt like crap; I wasn't myself. It was like I was going to faint any moment now. I walked over to where Alesso sat, typing repeatedly on the laptop in front of him.

"Any update yet?" I asked him for the hundredth time since he came.

"The picture has been proven to be fake; whoever did it was an expert. They knew you would probably check to see if it was Photoshop and made sure you wouldn't be able to notice this:” Alesso says, empathizing with each word. "This took time; whoever did this was not in a rush, meaning they were well orchestrated."

"Have you been able to pinpoint where she might be taken?" I growled.

"Sincerely, I'm trying my best. It's not easy to..."

"I don't care; I don't want you to try your best. I want you to find her; this is a matter for Mani and my child. So you better find her, or you will be sorry, Alesso." I threatened him and suddenly groaned at the sharp pain I felt in my head.

It was like my head was being split in two. I felt a hand on my should