“She’s not like any of your men,” I roar.
Harper is different.
She’s softer.
Kinder.
Warmer.
She doesn’t deserve this.
“Are we sure Jayden is responsible for her abduction? We need to rule out all possibilities,” I say. While I appreciate Moreno taking a car to check out Jayden or whoever he thinks is involved in Harper’s disappearance, time is of the essence. Letting any other potential leads slip through the cracks could be deadly.
“Who else do you think might have taken her?” Dante asks, getting right to the point. “Jayden is our best suspect.”
“Do you have any other enemies?” I ask, staring at my father, assuming he’s the reason that she’s been taken.
His eyes flicker, and he clasps his hands together on the desk. Slowly, he tilts his head, his gaze never leaving mine. “Who’s to say I’m the one responsible or to blame? Your wife has a way of making enemies, son.”
I scoff and shake my head, pushing myself away from the chair and stalking the length of his office. It’s not very large, considering the size of the compound. But I suppose since it’s an interior room, it wasn’t intended to be large, it was more about protection, safety, and security.
“Aside from the DeLucas, who I blame, you are responsible for the mess we’ve dealt with. What other enemies does my wife have?” I approach Dante from the other side of my chair, standing over his desk, awaiting a response.
He merely shrugs. “Her parents don’t seem fond of her.”
“They didn’t kidnap Harper.” I roll my eyes at his suggestion.
“Never said they did. You asked about enemies. I suspect she may have a few others growing up. She’s got a baby daddy, Luca.”
“Who wanted nothing to do with Zeke.” I grind my teeth together, nearly chipping them, and shake my head.
“Perhaps that’s changed. We should look into this fellow, whoever he is, make sure that he isn’t after Harper and Zeke.” Dante rises from his chair and stalks around to the filing cabinet. “I’ll reach out to my police contact and make sure there’s no involvement from the baby daddy.”
Nova storms into Dante’s office without so much as knocking. “Where’s Harper?” The worry in her eyes tells me that she’s heard her best friend, my wife, is missing.
She’s not asking me.
Her question is directed at my father.
“We don’t know.” He’s calm, collected, like he’s done all this before and he’s not the least bit concerned about the outcome.
This isn’t just one of his men who disappeared.
She’s my fucking wife.
“How’d you hear?” I ask, glancing at Nova.
“Ashton heard Moreno and Nico were heading out. He offered to go with them, but Moreno suggested he could do more here to find Harper.” Nova stares at me, her eyes glassy. “Who would take her?”
“I’m not sure,” I say. “It could be this guy, Jayden, from the bar. Do you remember her telling you anything about him?”
Nova’s brow pinches. “She doesn’t talk about work.” She glances from Dante back to me. “Someone at the bar? You have all those cameras installed?—”
“Outside the premises. Yes, but inside, there aren’t cameras because it’s where we do business. We’re not recording inside for problematic individuals to get ahold of.”
He means the police or feds.
“You forced my wife to work in your bar, and you don’t have any idea what happened when she disappeared on your watch.” My jaw ticks as I stand toe-to-toe with Dante. “Fix this!” I demand.
