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the terrorists had simply vanished into thin air. What the hell…
    He ran back to the room, meeting some of the hostages tentatively checking if the coast was clear. He gave them a thumbs up and when he met Mike, said, “They’re gone! The fuckers have left the building!”
    “You’re kidding,” Mike said incredulously. He was clasping his bride’s hand tightly in his oversized mitt. Both of them stared down the corridor in amazed relief.
    Rob returned to the room, shaking his head. What the hell was going on here? What kind of hostage-takers would just walk away? He didn’t have a clue. All he knew was that he was starving, and that a fine royal wedding buffet stood awaiting them.
    But then he remembered that Diana was missing and his appetite vanished.
    He caught sight of his parents. They were huddled together, both in tears, clasping each other in a desperate embrace. His heart broke at the sight of them. He knelt and hugged them close. “We’ll get them for this,” he managed to mutter. “We’ll get the bastards.”
    Then he saw that Yulian was standing next to them, clenching and unclenching his fists. “I—I’m sorry,” the billionaire muttered, clearly not used to dealing with these kinds of situations.
    Anna looked up. “It’s not your fault, Yulian. You couldn’t possibly have known.”
    Yulian shook his head. His wife Julia was at his side, clasping his arm, relieved to be reunited with her husband. “I should have known. Somehow…” His voice trailed off. “Thank you for looking after my…sister,” he finally managed, controlling his voice with an extreme effort.
    “She will always be our little girl,” Anna said simply.
    Rob nodded. No matter what, Diana would always be his sister.
    He stood and clapped Yulian on the shoulder. “Looks like we’re brothers, huh, buddy?” Yulian muttered something unintelligible, then started to walk away, but Rob didn’t let go. “Who would have thought?” he added pleasantly. “The Petrovs and the Gornakovs. One big happy family.”
    With a vicious grunt, Yulian turned to the door. Rob stared after him with a wistful sigh. Now that he finally had a billionaire brother the man didn’t even seem to like him all that much. He shrugged. No matter. Yulian would learn to love him—would learn to love them all—like his very own family. Then he jogged after the billionaire. “Hey, Yulian!” he called out. “Wait up, bro!”
    He caught up with him as he strode from the room, and placed a hand on his shoulder, only to find it instantly shrugged off with an irritated growl.
    Undeterred, he fell into step beside his newfound relative. “So tell me all about yourself, buddy. I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do. First off, the most important question of all. Yankees or Mets?”
    “Fuck off, Rob,” Yulian grunted, none too friendly.
    “Hey, is that a way to treat your brother!”
    “You’re not my brother,” hissed Yulian as he descended the stairs.
    “Well, if you wanna get all technical about it,” Rob grumbled, easily keeping up. They’d arrived at ground level and he suddenly turned serious. “Where do you think they took her?”
    Yulian cast him a quick glance. “Only place to get access to anything is the command center in the basement, so I’m assuming that’s where we’ll find her.”
    “How come you know so much about this place?”
    “Ruslan got the grand tour the moment we arrived.”
    Ruslan was Yulian’s personal jack-of-all-trades. Manservant, butler, bodyguard, secretary and chef, he’d been Yulian’s shadow for years. Wherever the billionaire went, Ruslan was never far behind. Except today.
    “I hope nothing happened to him,” Yulian grunted.
    “I hope nothing happened to Diana,” Rob added.
    Both men exchanged a look of understanding. Whatever their relationship, they were going to save Diana or die trying.
    They’d arrived at an inconspicuous elevator that Rob would have passed by. Producing a key