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“Sorry, Mia-bug.” Luca’s eyes glance up, looking at her through the rearview mirror. “But you get to go see Nana and Pop. That’s exciting, right?”
Luca isn’t excited. That’s very apparent in his tone and the way his forearms strain every time he tightens his hands around the steering wheel.
I wonder what their story is.
It’s a fifteen-minute drive before he pulls off the highway, and then another five until he’s turning into a high-rise condominium complex that screams luxury from the outside. Each building, or tower rather, is designed with panoramic views.
“Her mom sure lives in a nice place,” I can’t help but comment.
If Luca is twenty-two, how old is Mia’s mother? Maybe the girl still lives at home with her parents. Then I remember his comment about Mia going to her grandparents, and since his mom is no longer living and his dad is out of the country, that can only mean she’s going to her maternal grandparents. That must mean this is Mia’s mother’s residence.
A dry laugh escapes his lips.
“You should see the inside.”
“Do you live here too?” I ask as Luca pulls into a vacant parking spot.
“Nope.” Luca unbuckles his seatbelt, leaving the ignition running. “Okay, kiddo. You ready?”
“No.” She pouts from behind me.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
As he totes Mia away, my cell phone makes a sound, telling me someone has sent me a text message, so I reach down, pulling it from my purse.
Tom
My office tomorrow, Andrews.
Fuck!
Guess it’s time to face whatever music waits for me. Not like I can avoid him forever. I should have gone in today, but I didn’t want to deal with the chief or Internal Affairs that’ll surely be waiting on me when I get there tomorrow.
Me
Any particular time?
Tom
9 am.
Me
Yes, sir.
Closing my text messaging app, I tap on the photos app and go to my Favorites folder. Tapping on the last one I took, I see a picture of Drago that I took while he was asleep in my bed last week. He looks at ease when he’s sleeping. He’s at his sexiest when he’s sacked out.
I may be mad at him for ending us and doing it the way he did, but I miss him more than I’m hurt.
Sliding my finger right, I see a photo of Gabriel I snapped while getting him ready for bed one night.
My finger presses the button on my phone, making my screen go black. I have to shut my eyes, squeezing them tight or I’ll choke up.
He’s gone.
He’s in danger, and I have no idea how to find him or where to even start.
For the first time in my life, I feel helpless. And it’s a feeling I hate with every fiber of my being.
