Zeke's POV We arrived at the warehouse just as the sky was darkening. We had to be very discreet, to not get caught by the men involved. Anything that would lead to a shootout without first securing my kids was what I was trying to avoid.Arriving at the doorway leading into the warehouse, I felt a strange chill in the air. The place was eerily quiet, and as I stepped inside, my heart sank. The warehouse had been cleared out completely. There was no sign of Ellen or anyone else. I walked further in, the emptiness echoing my footsteps.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, pulling out my phone. I dialed my father’s number, needing his guidance.“What’s the situation?” he answered, his voice stern and filled with authority.“The warehouse is empty,” I reported, frustration seeping into my tone. “It looks like they just moved out. The place is freshly cleaned.”There was a pause before he responded. “They couldn't have left town. We can use this to our advantage. Look for any clues th

Ellen's POV I stood beside my father on the presidential floor, our eyes glued to the TV screen showing the live feed from the room where Kamille was with the kidnapper we had hired. I was delighted by how miserable Kamille looked. We just needed her damned signature on the documents. Was that so hard for her to do and get her pathetic self out of my face?Instead, she chose to stay in the room, her eyes red and swollen from crying and ceaselessly demanding to see her kids first. I felt a twisted satisfaction seeing her like that. She deserved this, every bit of it. We could not give her kids first because they were still unconscious and miserable just like their mother. But then, out of nowhere, Zeke appeared on the screen. My heart sank, and an overwhelming sense of rage bubbled up inside me. “Why can he not just stay away from Kamille?” I yelled, unable to contain my frustration. “What is it about her that makes him love her so much, to neglect me?” My father placed a calming