Damian's knuckles were white as they gripped the steering wheel. His jaw was locked so tight that it looked like it might crack.
Every few seconds, his eyes would flick to his phone on the passenger seat that showed unanswered calls to Lorena.
Thirty-three missed calls!
Yet not one call back. Not even a text!
His sister never ignored him for this long, ever! Not even when they had issues.
Something had to be wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
An estate outer gate came into view. One with massive iron bars topped with security cameras that turned over and over as if to track his approach.
Two guards stepped out of their booth with hands resting casually on the weapons at their belts.
Damian immediately slammed on the brakes as his car skidded to a stop just inches from the gate.
"Who are you asking of, sir?" the first guard enquired.
