Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 512 Olivia's POV My fingers tapped nervously against the back seat as we followed the police convoy through the dark streets. Christian was driving, tense and focused, his knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. Luke sat beside me, his hand laced with mine, squeezing hard. None of us spoke. What was there to say? Madeline was out there somewhere with a kidnapper. And all we had was a blinking dot on a phone app. "Three minutes," Christian said, breaking the silence.

His voice was controlled, but I could hear the strain underneath: "We're three minutes from the location." I looked out the window as the houses passed by. The city had given way to a more remote area. Darker streets. Less traffic. The kind of place where you could scream and no one would hear you. My stomach twisted. "She's going to be okay," Luke said beside me, as if he could read my thoughts. "Madeline is strong. She'll be okay. Aurora too." I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him. But Madeline was my cousin. No-she was my sister in every way that mattered except blood.

We'd grown up together. Shared secrets and dreams. And now she was out there, possibly in danger, while I sat here helplessly, following flashing red and blue lights through the darkness. "One minute," Christian announced. The convoy began to slow. The patrol lights shut off. The sirens went silent. Everything went quiet. We, stopped about a block away from the GPS point. Christian killed the engine and we all got out silently. The police were already organizing, moving with military efficiency, whispering orders, checking weapons. A commander approached Christian.

perimeter first. Checking for threats. Once they give the all-clear, we move in." "But Madeline-" I started. "She'll be safer if we let the professionals do their job," Christian cut in, firm but not unkind. "I know you want

was an old place, sitting on a 1/3 large lot, low walls, overgrown gardens. Lights on inside. A car parked out front. Someone was inside. Someone was with Madeline. The minutes dragged by like hours. Every second felt endless. I held Luke's hand so tightly I was probably

light. The house was simple. Old furniture. A musty smell. Clothes scattered across the living room floor. "Do

and checking the pockets. His fingers found something, and he pulled it out. The tracker was useless now. "Shit," I muttered, the word slipping out before I could stop myself. They'd found it. The tracker. Which meant they'd moved Madeline. That they were already gone. That we were too late. That she