The Dark Ghosts

92. Explosive News

Third Person's POV

"Doctor is here," Valerio told Angelo, who lifted his gaze as soon as he heard the door opening.

"Great," he smirked.

Getting on his feet and abandoning the room, he locked eyes with him. The man, on his late fifties, immediately bowed down at the sight of his boss, politely greeting him as he picked his case from the floor.

"Follow me," Angelo ordered.

Wordlessly, both Valerio and the doctor followed the Italian man through the warehouse's corridors, which grew colder and darker as they approached the cells. However, in spite of the silence that engulfed them, Angelo's mind wasn't calm.

He's had a couple of days to process the bomb Savannah had dropped yet he still couldn't. Was he really going to be a father? How would he be one? He didn't know how to be a dad, he never even had a paternal figure himself.

He had never pictured himself with a baby of his own; in fact, he strongly disliked kids. The only reason he would want to be a father was to have someone to rule his empire once he retires, reason why he hadn't killed Savannah that day. That also brought him to the conclusion that, if she really was pregnant, Savannah would need to stick around for some time longer, which he did mind a lot.

His thoughts were abruptly stopped as they reached one of the metal doors. After nodding towards the guard standing beside it, the bulky man grabbed a set of keys and turned to unlock the door, leaving it open for the three men to walk in.

However, none of them were expecting the sight inside. The doctor's eyebrows creased as he turned his confused gaze towards Valerio, whose face was paling and paling until it became as white as snow. Meanwhile, Angelo's eyes roamed around the empty cell, holding such fury behind them that it could make you tremble in fear.

"Where is she?" he asked in a deadly calm tone.

The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The guard was so pale you could think he was about to pass out, sweat beads were coating his forehead and his muscles were tense. He couldn't help but loudly gulp when his boss' furious gaze landed on him.

"I asked a question. Where. Is. She?" he repeated, his tone never raising.

The response was still the same, silence. But, what really caused for the three men to be drowned on their own fear was Angelo taking his gun out and pointing it at the guard's head.

"I-I don't know, s-sir. I don't know how t-this happened!" he stuttered out of fear.

"You don't know?" he humorlessly chuckled. "Are you that useless you can't even watch a 25-year-old woman?"

"I'm sorry," the man murmured.

"You're really gonna be sorry if you don't find her," he stated before finally exploding. "What the fuck are you all waiting for!? I said fucking FIND HER!" he roared. "I want her in this very same cell in less than 24 hours or else, to all of the guards that have watched her, I'll have your fucking heads!"

Stuttering a 'yes sir', the guard immediately scurried away to order the hackers to start searching. Angelo's face was red with anger, his nose was flaring and his fists were balled so tightly his fingers could break.

"Leave," Valerio whispered to the doctor, who complied, before turning to reassure his boss. "We'll find her."

"You better." He glared at him. "But it's time that cagna starts paying for the things she's done."

Valerio's eyebrows furrowed, not understanding a single thing until Angelo uttered the three words that would make him realize what he was planning to do now.