Victor led me deeper inside.
A chair stood in the center.
Daniel tied to it.
Bruised.
Weak.
But alive.
Relief hit me so fast my knees almost gave out.
"Daniel," I whispered.
His eyes opened slowly.
"You shouldn't be here," he said.
Victor chuckled.
"Romantic."
My anger rose again.
"Let him go."
Victor shook his head.
"Not yet."
Then he handed me a file.
"Read."
Inside were documents.
Old contracts.
My father's signature.
Huge money transfers.
Names I didn't know.
Then I saw one familiar name.
Victor.
My chest tightened.
Because suddenly it wasn't just revenge.
It looked like war from long ago.