Devrim had gone back to his office momentarily. Taking a break from his duties as the head of the mafia. He was tired, and the time was now nearing 9 PM. He had attempted to text Isabelle multiple times during the day so far. Isabelle had yet to respond. This wasn't the first time she had done this, there were multiple days where she was so caught up in her club duties she left her phone in her office. Although she was good to reply usually within three to four hours. It had been a few hours so it was probably just that she was busy. Around 10 PM one of the men assigned to protect Isabelle rang Devrim's phone. Devrim answered the phone only to learn that Isabelle had gone missing. When Devrim asked what happened, the men told him they didn't know, she was there one moment and gone the next. Devrim was in a rage, yelling at the man on the other line. How could they have lost her? After getting more of the people he trusted to begin searching the city for her, he knew it would just be some time before he found her. Devrim himself was going to go to the club, where she was supposedly last seen.<br/><br/>The club was expectedly busy. Its fame had begun to skyrocket under Isabelle's care. It was one of their largest moneymakers. Devrim ignored the hordes of people around him and went to Isabelle's 'office'. While she had a proper office with a desk and files and all that, she decided to move into one of the VIP lounges. Sure, it was private. She liked the sofa in it. And it had the best connection to the internet in the whole damned place. How she figured that one out was beyond Devrim. Devrim began looking for clues as to what might have happened before her disappearance. He checked the camera feeds for earlier that day, unable to find her anywhere except for when she left through the back door. Why did she leave so suddenly? He tried to find more footage of her but she was good when she didn't want to be seen. Devrim thought for a few minutes as he sat on the sofa when he remembered that she sometimes hid things in a secret compartment on the sofa.<br/><br/>As he pulled the drawer out, which only he knew about, he found her backpack. He pulled it out and opened the zipper to find that she had left her gun, laptop, and a package inside. Devrim raised an eyebrow. She would never leave these things behind. As he took hold of the package, he looked over its contents and clenched his fist as he came across the image. They made her believe he was in danger and took her. Whoever they were, he was gonna make them wish they had never even had the thought. Devrim pulled out his phone and called his lieutenants. As he got a hold of Brent and Jay, he wasn't able to get a hold of Matthew. It was odd. Devrim told them to give him any information about a man named Ramon. It was the only person he thought could do something like this, based on what Isabelle had told him. One day, after a date of theirs they were cuddling on his couch when she had told him about who Ramon was and what he had done to her, her ex and her friends. It made sense that it would be him trying to do this to her, but how did Ramon get a hold of Isabelle? Who could've told Ramon where to find her? It had to be someone within the mafia. Someone had betrayed them. Devrim also told them to make a note of who they trusted and who they didn't, as there may have been a leak. He also told them to try and get a hold of Matthew if they could.<br/><br/>Over the next two days, Devrim spent no time asleep. He was awake at all hours waiting for any clues and searching the city himself if he couldn't settle the urge to get up and look for her. The bags under his eyes were evidence of this. His unkempt hair and semi-loose attire made him seem like a fraction of the man he once was. Right now nothing else mattered. All that mattered was finding Isabelle, and the longer it took the more likely it was that he wouldn't find her. Matthew had fallen off the grid and Devrim had his suspicions pinned on him, so he had people raid Matthew's known locations. No sign of him. It was as if he had packed and left. Devrim was going to kill that fucker. It made sense. Matthew didn't like Isabelle. Devrim didn't think he would go to this extent. It was in the early hours before dawn on the third day that they had gotten information on where Matthew was.<br/><br/>It took a few hours for the men that collected Matthew to arrive, Matthew was attempting to leave and not come back. He was a clever man, but not clever enough. Devrim had a special room made for keeping Matthew with everything he would need to learn where Isabelle was. When Devrim entered the room, Matthew was already strapped into the chair. Devrim dismissed the others in the room and had them left alone. When the door closed, he locked it and sat three feet away from him. Looking him dead in the eyes, he asked her once.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Where is she?"</span>Matthew didn't answer. Devrim pulled out a butterfly knife and gave it a twirl, revealing the blade and letting the soft light gleam off it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I won't ask nicely again,"</span>Devrim said. Matthew replied with a<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">'Fuck off'</span>. Devrim stabbed Matthew in the knee right above the kneecap, tearing it from the rest of the leg. Matthew yelled in pain and cried.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Where the fuck is she?!"</span>Devrim yelled at him, holding the knife against his neck. Matthew's cries slowed. He was still defiant. Devrim proceeded to inflict pain upon Matthew for the next hour before Matthew gave up the location of Isabelle, a barn about a 2 hours drive from the city.<br/><br/>Devrim had taken his shirt off and was covered in sweat, there was more blood on the floor than before, as cuts and bruises littered Matthew's body. There were even burns. Devrim wasn't letting Matthew go alive though. For treason, there was only one punishment. Devrim grabbed Matthew's hair and pulled it back before picking up a blade.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Fuck you, Matthew."</span>He said as he then slid the blade across Matthew's throat, the blood pouring out the wound as he let him go. Matthew began coughing and choking, gasping for air but every time he tried to breathe blood was pouring into his lungs. It was a painful death, and it would be a lie to say Devrim didn't enjoy putting an end to the miscreant. He now knew where Isabelle was. Now it was just to go get her. He knew there would be people there. Devrim was definitely going. He was going to kill every last one of the fuckers that stood between him and Isabelle.