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Once I have taken care of my legs, I proceed to rinse off. I take my time working in the conditioner, relishing the sensation as I massage my scalp. With my pineapple sugar scrub in hand, I give myself a thorough rubdown, ensuring every inch of my body is clean.
Shit, I feel refreshed and ready to mom today.
After turning off the water, I step out of the shower and immediately grab a towel, wrapping it snugly around my body. I then reach for another towel to dry off my wet hair. Just as I am about to place a towel on my hair, I hear the distinct sound of our bedroom door being opened and then closed. I smile, knowing it’s probably Alistair, heading downstairs to get breakfast for us.
Without a second thought, I rush towards the closet, my focus solely on getting dressed before Alistair's return. Breastfeeding Lucy has me starving all the time, and I swear I drink five gallons of water a day; I’m so thirsty.
Quickly I slide on a new pair of granny panties, grab a padsicle from the miniature freezer Emerson hauled up here, and put some leggings on. With a swift motion, I rip a breastfeeding shirt from a hanger and pull it over my head. After towel drying my hair, I proceed to neatly braid it before finally deciding to call it good enough.
As I step out of the closet, a wave of coldness crashes into me at the sight of both Alistair and Emerson peacefully snoozing on the bed. I swore I heard the door open and shut? Maybe I’m hearing things. A strange mix of motherly instinct and mafia wife intuition urges me to go take a peek at Luciana in the bassinet.
I quickly make my way across the room and stand next to her bassinet, only to find it empty. I rush to the bed, frantically yanking the blankets off, desperately searching for any sign that they had her and simply fell back asleep holding her.
Nothing.
No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Not my baby.
The sound of a blood-curdling scream erupts from deep within me, causing me to collapse onto the ground, my arms instinctively curling around myself. Alistair and Emerson both rocket from the bed, weapons drawn and ready. “What’s the matter, Scarlett? Is Luciana okay?” Emerson’s hard panicked voice asks as he scopes out the room.
Jumping to my feet. Vibrating with fear and anger, I get in his face. “She’s gone! You were supposed to keep an eye on her, and she’s gone. Someone stole our baby!” My breath comes in ragged gasps as I scream, the sound piercing the silence around me.
“What?” Alistair’s eyes widen. “What do you mean someone stole her?”
He tries to hug me, but I don’t want to be touched. I push him off of me. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Cupcake, baby, you have to know that we wouldn't put our girl in danger. Emerson’s dad was probably just too impatient and didn’t want to wait anymore. He’s got to have her. We’ll find her. We’ll get her back.”
They both take off running from the room, leaving me standing there, my soul slowly dying the longer my daughter isn’t in my arms.
Unable to stay still, I pace back and forth as I wait for them to get back. After what feels like a lifetime, they come back into the room.
“Did you find her? Did Antonio have her?” I ask in a rush.
“No,” Emerson growls, his face contorted in pain.
My heart shatters at his words. No. No, this can’t be happening. My baby, my Lucy, is gone.
Emerson's eyes seem completely black and filled with malice. When they meet mine a chill slithers down my spine. With my hands cradling his face, I lean in close, connecting our foreheads. “You find my daughter and bring her back. Whoever took her dies. I don’t care who it is, I don’t care what you have to do,” I demand, my voice breaking as I do.
He nods. “I swear.”
CHAPTER 26
EMERSON
Someone snuck into our room while I was sleeping and kidnapped my fucking baby. My flesh and blood. Scarlett is a fucking mess. In order to calm her down, I had to request a tranquilizer from the doctor, and now she's completely unconscious in the bed.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind that whoever made the attempt on Scarlett’s life months ago is the same person—or is working for the same person—who has now taken our child.
“Alistair, you stay here,” I command, my voice firm and unwavering. “Do not leave her side. If you hear anything, call me. I’m going to meet with my father.” He nods his head, grabbing his laptop as his fingers fly over the keys. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t have cameras in here, but after the gala, I put one out in the hall. So if we’re lucky and they didn’t know about it we’ll have them on tape.”
“Let me know.” I leave the room, slamming the door behind me, wincing when I remember my sleeping wife. Feeling a slight vibration in my pocket, I quickly retrieve my phone and glance at the screen.
Alistair- She’s still asleep asshole.
Me- I forgot. Keep her safe.
