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More men follow along with Emilio Sartori.
“Christ,” I growl as I watch my woman try to free herself from the soldier’s grasp.
I’m going to fucking kill them all.
The security feed changes as they move through the castle until I see them shoving her into an SUV.
“She was taken by force,” Uncle Carson mutters the obvious.
I turn an enraged glare at him. “Why the fuck was this allowed?”
He shakes his head at me. “You know the rules of St. Monarch’s, Nikolai. Emilio is her father. He brought her here. He paid for her stay. She was his to take.”
“Bullshit,” I shout, my entire body shaking with anger. “She’s mine!”
“Why didn’t you inform me of this?” He takes a step closer to me. “How was I to know you’ve claimed her and weren’t just fucking her for fun?”
I hold up my pointer finger for him to stop talking while I try to breathe through the inferno wreaking havoc in my chest. “Don’t. Abigail belongs to me.” I lock eyes with him. “Consider this me informing you.”
Stalking out of the office so I can go get my woman, Uncle Carson calls out, “Where are you going?”
“To war,” I growl.
I walk to Aurora’s suite and bang on the door. When she opens, surprise flutters over her face. “Oh…hi.”
Unable to keep the anger from simmering in my voice, I demand, “Have you spoken to Abigail today?”
“No, but I saw her father on Sunday, and he said she was going home.”
I can hear the worry in her voice and ask, “Is Abigail in danger? Would her father hurt her?”
She quickly shakes her head, “I don’t think so. He’s never abused her if that’s what you’re asking.”
Thank fuck.
“Will she be safe at her family home?”
“Oh yes. Definitely. The Sartoris have an army.” She pauses for a moment. “Haven’t you heard from her?”
“No, that’s why I’m talking to you.”
“Do you want me to check in on her and get back to you?”
“Please. I’d appreciate that.”
“Just give me a minute.” She disappears into her suite.
I can see Aurora in her living room as she picks up her phone and makes a call. When there’s no answer, she indicates for me to wait as she tries a different number.
“Hi, Aunt Greta, it’s Aurora,” she says into the line. “I’m well, and you?” A couple of seconds pass. “Oh yes, I’m very excited about the wedding. Ah…is it possible to speak to Abby?” I watch as Aurora listens, then her eyes flick to my face, and I see the worry tightening her features. “Oh…okay. Uhm…yeah, of course, I’ll be there.”
When she ends the call, I ask, “Was that Abigail’s mother? What did she say?”
Looking nervous as fuck, Aurora walks to me. “There’s no easy way to say this.” She sucks in a deep breath of air. “I’m just the messenger.”
Losing the little patience I have, I roar, “Fucking tell me!” Aurora flinches, and I quickly take a couple of breaths to calm down. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I can see you’re worried,” she says before she drops the bomb, “There’s an engagement party tonight. For Abbie and Antonio Vittori.”
