"What the hell is going on?" Dylan barked, fury simmering beneath his words. "When did this happen?"
"I received the information a couple of hours ago," Justin replied, the words tumbling out of his mouth. "But at the time, I was waiting for that man and couldn't call you." After a moment of pause, he added grimly, "She didn't escape alone—she fled with a group of inmates."
"Fuck!" Dylan grumbled, his mouth twisting in rage. "Find her. She can come to hurt Ava. Before that, capture her."
"Don't worry, sir. We're already on it, sir. The police are conducting a full-scale manhunt. Gianna won't be able to hide for long."
"Better you keep your word, Justin," Dylan hissed dangerously before ending the call. He remained standing, his body taut with tension. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind a storm of worry and rage.
"Gianna," he hissed. "I'll kill you this time if you get near Ava."
The next day…