Arielle Immortal Fury (The Immortal Rapture Series Book 6) (19 page)

“Oh…go on.” The words “your family’s safety” peaked
Sebastian’s interest.

“Well, we’ll discuss this in more detail when we meet, but to
make a long story short, it’s the same men from the Russian mafia
that were involved in stealing your documents last year.”

“But Dylan, you took the men into custody, and you were going to solve that problem,” Sebastian said with irritation before he could
stop himself. Nathan and Troy exchanged glances and then looked at Sebastian. He was frowning. Dylan heard Sebastian’s frustration
over the phone and tried to explain his position.

“Sebastian, the core of the mafia is hard to expose.” Dylan’s voice boomed through the speakerphone. “The big boss is unknown. We questioned every thug that we had in custody, but they either chose to remain silent or end their lives rather than divulge any
names. One thing that I know for sure is that they are still very interested in your company and your secret documents. They are prepared to go the distance to obtain what they want.”

“What do you mean?'” Sebastian fought to reason with his irritation.

“Well, your business seems to be their number one concern right now. I’m worried about you and your loved ones. You all may be in
serious danger. They’ve set up cells everywhere. Even though they
aren’t inside your company anymore, they are finding other ways to achieve their dirty goal. ”

“So what are you doing about this?” Sebastian asked flatly.

“We’ve zeroed in on the main cell, which is located in Brussels, and we’ve set up surveillance across the street from the apartment
they are occupying. The group’s name is now
Vlast’ Narodu, or
'Power to the People.'”

Sebastian snorted at the group’s name and ran his hand across his forehead thoughtfully. He glanced over at his friends and noticed that they were watching him warily. For a short moment, he thought to end the conversation and just take care of the problem in his own way. He pinched the tip of his nose again and shook his head as if he
was trying to get rid of his thoughts. Pushing aside the thought of leaving Dylan and the Interpol out of his business, he gritted his
teeth and asked pointedly, “When do you want to meet?”

“How about this afternoon around three?”

“Where?”

“Would you like to come down to my office?” Dylan offered.

“Indeed. I’ll be there,” Sebastian said emphatically. He hung up and slumped into the large chair behind his desk.

He sat there for a long moment, trying to process what Dylan
said
about the safety of his family. Arielle was the single point of his
reflection.
She was the rotational axis of his world. She was the only family member that could be hurt. He couldn’t allow anyone to get close to Arielle. He couldn’t allow anyone to destroy his reverie.

The long silence that followed was intense. Troy and Nathan
watched their friend’s temperamental surge through narrowed eyes. Finally, Sebastian sat up, leaned forward, and set his elbows on his desk. He