MasukAlessio’s POVThey met me halfway. I did not hand her over until they had the stretcher ready. Even then my arms did not want to let go. Her weight had become the only thing keeping me standing.“Are you family?” one of them asked.“Yes,” I said. I did not care what kind. “I am going with her. Do not ask me to stay behind.”They put an oxygen mask on her face. Her lashes did not move. I climbed into the ambulance and sat where they told me, my hand around hers, soot on my shirt, the city flying past the small windows. Her fingers were cold. I rubbed my thumb over her knuckles like I could push heat back into her.“Stay with me,” I whispered. “You do not get to leave me. Do you understand? I just found you. I just told you the truth. You do not get to go. I waited my whole life to feel this, and I will not lose it in one morning.”The medic worked around me. He asked if I knew her name.“Rhaena,” I said. “Her name is Rhaena.”He asked how long she had been inside.“I don’t know. Too lo
Alessio's POVI sent the money.A second later an address lit up on my screen. No extra words. No proof she was safe. Just a street I did not know and a pin dropped like a dare.I stared at it and felt something cold move through me.“Why is this so easy?” I said.Callum looked over my shoulder. “Because he wants you there. Or because he is already gone.”“I don’t like it.”“I don’t either. But we go anyway. Sitting here will not bring her back.”We were in the cars within a minute. Callum’s men took the black SUV behind us. Callum and I got into his Ferrari. It was fast. I needed fast. I needed the city to fold in half so I could reach her before whatever ugly thing Jake had planned finished happening.I gave him the address. He did not ask if I was sure. He just drove.My knee bounced the whole way. I kept seeing the video. Rhaena tied to that chair. The gag. The mark on her cheek. Her eyes looking for me through the screen.“Hold on,” I said under my breath. “I am coming. Just hold
Rhaena’s POVFor a moment the room was only the drip of a pipe and my own heartbeat in my ears.Then Jake picked up his phone, turned away from me, and started typing.“Hope he hurries,” he said without looking back. “I am not a patient man, Rhaena. And you just reminded me why I stopped trying to be one.”Not long after that, he left the room and shut the door behind him. The lock clicked. His footsteps faded down the hall until the old apartment went quiet again.The quiet was worse than his voice.I sat there with my wrists burning and my mouth raw, listening to pipes drip and a clock I could not see. A fly kept hitting the window. My own breathing sounded too loud. I thought of Alessio’s note on the pillow. I’ll see you at the office. I love you. I thought of his voice when he said those words in the dark, rough and careful at the same time. I thought of my mother on her honeymoon, still believing the world had finally gotten kinder.“Please,” I whispered to no one. “Please find m
Rhaena’s POVJake stood over me with that same crooked smile he used to wear when he thought he had already won an argument. The room smelled like dust and old smoke. The chair creaked every time I tried to move. My wrists burned. My head still throbbed where he had hit me. The gag hung loose around my neck now, and the corners of my mouth felt raw.“I’m going to be a really wealthy man soon enough,” he said, arrogant, almost cheerful. He said it like we were talking about a promotion. Like this was a plan that made him smart instead of sick.I stared at him and did not blink.“It’s a pity, Rhaena,” he went on. He walked a slow circle around the chair, close enough that I could smell cheap cologne trying to cover sweat. “We would have been so happy if you had taken me back. I came to your door. I said I was sorry. I told you I was in therapy. That should have been enough.”“It was never enough,” I said. My voice came out rough, but it was steady. “You cheated. You grabbed me. You woul
Alessio's POVHe was the only one with a reason this ugly. He had come to her office. He had come to her door. He had looked at her like she still belonged to him. I had put him against a wall and thought fear would be enough. I had talked about a restraining order and then I had taken her home and told myself we had time.We did not have time.“Call the police,” I said. “Now. Tell them it is a kidnapping. Tell them I have footage. Her name is Rhaena. She works on the fourteenth floor. That is her car. That is her bag. That is her phone.”The guard was already reaching for his desk phone, voice shaking as he asked for emergency.I stepped away and called the police myself too. I did not want one call to get lost in another.“My name is Alessio Ravelli,” I said when they answered. “A woman has been taken from the underground garage at Ravelli Corp. Her name is Rhaena. I have security footage. I found her phone and her bag on the floor. I believe the man is her ex. His name is Jake. He
Alessio's POVI finished the meeting with Santos Worldwide at almost nine. My head was still full of numbers and timelines, but none of it mattered the way it used to. All morning, under every sentence I said, I kept seeing Rhaena’s face from last night. The way she froze when I told her I loved her. The way she held on anyway. The way she kissed my chest after and did not run.She was the most important person in my life. I did not know how I had been surviving without her. I only knew I did not want to go back to that.I pulled out my phone in the hallway and texted her.Are you in yet? Meeting just ended. I want to see you.I stared at the screen longer than I should have. No reply.That was strange. She should have been awake by now. She was never late without saying something. Even on bad days she sent a short message. Traffic. Coffee. Give me ten minutes.I told myself she was in the elevator. Or in the bathroom.I walked to her office and knocked.No answer.I knocked again, th







