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CHAPTER 7 USE OF MY DAUGHTER

James Donovan stood over Victor, his eyes cold as steel. The once-arrogant man now cowered before him, all bravado stripped away. James's voice was low, barely containing his fury. "Start talking. Now."

Victor swallowed hard, his eyes darting between James and Kyle. "It... it wasn't personal," he stammered. "We were just following orders."

"Whose orders?" James demanded, his patience wearing thin.

Victor hesitated, fear evident in his eyes. "Mr. Zhao," he finally whispered. "The orders came from Mr. Zhao."

James exchanged a glance with Kyle. They both knew the name - Wei Zhao, one of the most powerful and influential businessmen in the country.

"Why?" James pressed, his voice dangerously quiet. "Why my daughter?"

Victor's words came out in a rush. "It's his grandson. The boy needs a heart transplant, urgently. Your daughter... she's a perfect match."

James felt the blood drain from his face. "You're telling me you kidnapped my child to harvest her heart?" His voice was barely more than a whisper, but it carried more menace than any shout.

Victor nodded weakly. "Mr. Zhao... he said it was an honor. That your daughter would be saving the life of his noble grandson. He spoke of it like... like it was a privilege."

James's fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. The casual disregard for his daughter's life, the arrogance of thinking her existence was merely to serve their purposes - it made his blood boil.

"An honor?" James repeated, his voice shaking with rage. "He thinks it's an honor to murder an innocent child?"

Victor shrank back. "Mr. Zhao... he doesn't see it that way. To him, you're just... you're nobody. Your family... they're just means to an end."

James took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure. "Where is she?" he demanded. "Where are they keeping my daughter?"

"The old warehouse at Pier 13," Victor replied quickly. "But you can't just walk in there. It's heavily guarded. Mr. Zhao's men are everywhere."

James straightened up, his eyes blazing with determination. "Watch me," he growled.

He turned to Kyle, who had been silently observing the exchange. "Get everything ready," James ordered. "We move now."

As they prepared to leave, James cast one last look at Victor. "You better pray my daughter is unharmed," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Because if anything has happened to her, I'm coming back for you. And Mr. Zhao? He's about to learn what happens when you mess with my family."

With that, James strode out of the room, Kyle close behind him. The hunt was on, and James Donovan - the God of War - was about to remind the world why he had earned that title.

As they left, James's mind raced. The audacity of Zhao, to think he could simply take a life to save another. To treat his daughter as nothing more than spare parts. The rage burned within him, fueling his determination.

"Kyle," he said as they walked, "I want everything we have on Wei Zhao. Every detail, every weakness. He thinks he's untouchable, but we're about to prove him wrong."

Kyle nodded grimly. "Consider it done, sir. We'll hit him with everything we've got."

James's eyes hardened. "Good. Because this isn't just about saving my daughter anymore. It's about sending a message. No one is above the law. No one gets to play God with innocent lives."

As they stepped out into the night, James looked up at the sky, his resolve stronger than ever. "Hold on, sweetheart," he whispered. "Daddy's coming. And heaven help anyone who stands in my way."

  The Rolls Royce bustled through the road, it engine roaring as it tore the distance towards the warehouse, pier 13. 

Inside the Rolls Royce were James with an indescribable expression on his face, Kyle and three of his other men. 

Suddenly, cacophonies of screeching tires echoed, and rows of black cars assembled immediately, surrounding the Rolls Royce. 

A Slight storm of dust swirled around, due to the speed force of the cars. 

The Rolls Royce halted instantly, making a sharp brake! 

" The hell of these people!"

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