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“What guy?” I demand, my heart leaping into my throat.
“I don’t know,” she says, her voice shaky. “But I came to get her and all I found was her purse and her phone. It’s broken. She’s gone, Dante.”
I curse and want to slam my phone down on the table. Why had she left the house? On foot, no less? What the hell was she thinking?
Instead, I take a deep breath. “Call Luca, tell him what you know. I’ll find her,” I say, and hang up the phone.
I immediately call Nico, who has spent the day watching the store. “Nico. Come back to the house.”
“I’ve been watching the store—”
“I know. Come back to the housenow.” I command.
While I wait for Nico, I pace around the house. Marta would call Luca and I’ll have more backup. I hate that I have to work with the old man, but Mia is missing.
My heart is pounding too fast. Who the fuck would have taken my wife?
I should be concerned that I keep thinking of Mia as my wife, but I can’t worry about that right now. All I can do now is get to her.
Nico finally arrives and I walk out with him. We drive out toward the coffee shop and I yell for Nico to stop as I see something glinting.
When I get out of the car, my heart drops when I see it’s Mia’s broken phone and her designer purse. The mace is lying outside of it. Marta must have left it there for us to find, in case there were any clues.
“Shit,” Nico curses.
“Who the fuck would do this?” I growl.
Nico raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t want to say this before, Dante, but I’ve heard that Vincenzo has a thing for Mia. Or at least, he did, back when she was a teenager.”
I whirl around and glare at him. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that?”
“I didn’t want you to kill him,” Nico says simply.
“Fuck!” In a fit of rage, I kick Mia’s purse further into the ditch. I’ll buy her a new one. I’ll buy her anything, as long as I can find her. My heart feels like it’s in a vice.
“I’ll call around, find out where they do business,” Nico says quietly, watching me heave in breaths and almost break down.
I brought Mia into my life, and it’s my fault that she’s been taken. If I had been home. If I had taken the time to talk to her this morning...
I get back into Nico’s car as he makes some calls, rubbing my hands over my face.
I don’t know what to do. I hate feeling helpless. I keep getting flashbacks of not being able to reach my dad and then finding out that he was murdered.
“There’s a couple of warehouses downtown. They can’t be far,” he says, and gets into the car.
“Drive like you stole it,” I tell him, and Nico nods curtly, listening and hauling ass to the first warehouse.
He creeps around the perimeter with his gun and I take mine out of the back of my pants, heading straight for the front door.
“No one’s here,” he says, but I kick in the door anyway, looking around the warehouse.
Nothing. Fuck.
Nico puts a hand on my shoulder.
“It’ll be okay,” he says. “Listen, Marta called right after it happened. It has to be around here somewhere.”
We hit jackpot on the second warehouse, a crumbling, abandoned one. It’s huge and it’s taking Nico too long to go around the perimeter so I sneak to the side, peeking in one of the broken windows.
