“She’s not here.”
My heart stutters. “What do you mean she’s not here?”
“She was here. She left over an hour ago.” She lifts aneyebrow. “Not that you deserve to know anything about her anymore. You’ve given up that right.”
My chest tightens. “Can you please tell me where she is?”
Luna and Maria glance at each other. They’re probably having some debate via mental telepathy right now about whether or not to trust me while my wife is God only knows where.
“Vincenzo called,” Maria finally says with a resigned sigh. “He mentioned something about Riccardo causing problems again and stirring up trouble with the capos. He set up a meeting to deal with it, once and for all. He needed Adriana to meet them so they could address it together.”
More bullshit from that asshat Riccardo. Like she needed to deal with that today after the hell I put her through. “Where was the meeting?”
“She didn’t say. She just said that Vincenzo arranged it, and she had to go.” Luna wrings her hands together. “I didn’t think she should go. I was afraid it wouldn’t be safe for her, but she insisted.”
My gut twists. Riccardo. That volatile piece of shit has been gunning for Adriana since day one. Jealous of her power, resentful that Francesco chose her over him.
“Has she called? Texted? Anything?”
“No.” Luna’s anger falters, worry flickering in her eyes. “We assumed she was still dealing with it.”
“Call her. Right now,” I say. Maybe she’ll answer her sister’s call.
Luna pulls out her phone and dials. Her eyebrows knit together as the seconds tick past.
“Straight to voicemail,” she says, ending the call. “It didn’t even ring.”
Shit. That means her phone is either off or dead.
“Do you have Vincenzo’s number?”
Maria squares her shoulders, moves away from the door, andcomes back with her phone. She reads off the number. I punch it into mine and dial.
It rings. And rings. And rings.
But he never answers.
“Something’s wrong,” I say. “Neither of them are picking up.”
Luna twists the end of her hair. “You think they’re both in trouble?”
“I don’t know. But I’m going to find out.” My lips press together. “Somehow.”
Maria grabs my arm before I can turn away. Her grip is stronger than I expected.
“Lochlan. Look at me.”
I turn to look at her, recoiling slightly at the anger glimmering in the depths, the cold disappointment etched into her features. But underneath it all is something else. Fear.
“I don’t trust you,” she says, still holding onto me. “After the way you hurt my daughter, I may never trust you again. But right now, you’re the only one looking for her. So you find her. You bring her back. And then you answer for what you’ve done.”
“I will.”
“If anything happens to her?—”
“I know. And I’m going to do everything I can to protect her and keep her safe.”
She nods and lets go. I shake out my arm. That ironclad grip cut off my circulation for a hot minute. I run to my car, my chest tight.
