LOGINMariano’s POVThe air inside the abandoned slaughterhouse smelled of rust, stale copper, and cold rain. Water dripped from the exposed iron beams overhead, splashing rhythmically onto the cracked concrete floor.Mariano stood in the center of the vast, dim room. His expensive dark coat was draped over a wooden crate, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled tightly up to his elbows. A heavy iron pipe sat loose in his right hand, the tip resting against the floor.He was going insane.It had been four days since Gabriella disappeared, and every passing hour felt like a physical tearing of his flesh. He hadn't slept. He hadn't eaten. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw stubbled, and the ice-cold precision that usually governed the head of the Castillo family had burned away, leaving only a feral, unyielding rage. Gabriella was out there, broken, injured, and trapped in her mother's clutches. The thought alone was enough to drown his mind in red.In front of him, t
"We did it to protect you, Mr. Hale!" Mariano insisted, his composure finally cracking as he took a step toward the desk, his hands open in desperate pleading. "Your wife was ruthless! She threatened Gabriella's life! She threatened my life! She told me directly that if I brought the police into this, or if I told you the full extent of her reach, she would ensure Gabriella ended up in a federal prison for the rest of her life—or in a grave! I thought if I controlled the board, if I handled the threat myself, I could keep Gabriella safe without terrifying her!""And look where your control got her!" Raphael interjected bitterly, glaring at Mariano. "She hates us! She told me to my face today that she doesn't trust either of us! She said neither of us is trustworthy!"Mariano closed his eyes as a sharp, physical pain pierced his heart. I love you too. But love is not enough. It never has been. Her final words on the phone echoed through his mind, destroying what little strength he had
The mahogany-paneled study of the Hale estate smelled of stale scotch and burnt tobacco. Rain lashed against the tall bay windows, blurring the lights of the city into long, yellow streaks.Mariano stood by the marble fireplace, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his dark trousers. He had not slept in four days. The sharp, immaculate lines of his suit were gone; his collar was unbuttoned, his tie loosened, and the dark circles beneath his eyes looked like bruises carved into his pale skin. Every second that ticked by on the grandfather clock in the corner felt like a physical blow to his ribs.Gabriella was gone.Across the room, Mr. Hale sat behind his massive mahogany desk. The old man looked broken. His shoulders were slumped, his face grey, and his hands trembled as he stared at the blank screen of his phone resting on the leather blotter.The heavy double doors of the study burst open, slamming hard against the wood paneling.Raphael stumbled into the room, his clothes soa
Gabriella's POVPain was the first thing that returned to me. It came back in slow, heavy waves, throbbing behind my eyes, pulsating in my chest, and burning through my right ankle.My eyelids felt like lead. I forced them open, but it made almost no difference. Darkness enveloped me, absolute and thick. The sharp, bitter smell of gasoline and burnt rubber was gone, replaced by the damp, stagnant odor of concrete, rust, and mold.I tried to reach up to touch my head, but my arms would not move.I jerked my wrists, and the sharp metal of cold handcuffs bit deep into my skin. My arms were pulled back behind my torso, secured tightly to the iron frame of a heavy chair. I tried to shift my legs, but thick, coarse ropes bound my ankles to the wooden chair legs, pulling the fabric of my pants tight against my swollen, injured right joint. Pain shot straight up my spine, forcing a sharp gasp from my throat.Memory slammed into me like the bumper of the truck that had run me off the road—the
Gabriella's POVThe road ahead was a long, dark stretch of asphalt. The yellow beams of my headlights cut through the deep blackness of the night, illuminating the gravel on the shoulder and the dark trees lining the edge of the route. The speedometer needle sat steadily at seventy miles per hour. My hands were planted tightly on the steering wheel, my fingers gripped around the worn leather cover.Pain throbbed continuously in my right ankle. Every time the car hit a small bump in the pavement, a sharp, burning sensation shot straight up my leg, making my breath hitch. My right foot was stiff and swollen inside my shoe, resting heavily against the gas pedal. I ignored the throbbing. I ignored the exhaustion that pulled at my eyes and the tightness in my stomach. The single goal of finding my mother burned hotter than any physical pain.I reached over with my right hand, picked up my phone from the passenger seat, and unlocked the screen. The bright blue light flickered across my face
Gabriella's POVIt had been three days.I sat at the wooden desk in the corner of my bedroom, surrounded by stacks of white paper. Pages were scattered across the floor, draped over the edge of the bed, and piled high around my laptop. The continuous hum of the small desktop printer vibrated through the room as it spit out another set of property records, public deeds, and financial disclosures.My eyes burned from staring at the bright screen in the dim lighting. My stomach was a tight, painful knot of empty air, but I ignored it. I had not eaten a bite of food in seventy-two hours. I had not left this room. My entire world had shrunk down to these four walls, the ink on these pages, and the relentless search for my mother.The bedroom door clicked open.Raphael walked into the room carrying a porcelain plate loaded with hot food. Steam rose from the meal, filling the room with the smell of meat and vegetables. He stepped over a pile of printed documents on the rug and walked over to
Gabriella's POV"—and then Darius came along to claim the proposal but I beat him to it and got the patent." Davis droned on"Nice." I said half-heartedly "Nice? I just told you how I worked hard during my travels and all I get is 'Nice'?" He turned to me annoyed that I was fawning over him like b
Gabriella's POVI woke up to a knock. Groggily I tossed around the bed, swinging my arm to the space beside me. I patted it twice but didn't feel the figure that should have been there.I opened my eyes to see an empty room. Where was Mariano?The knocks came again. I sat up searching for my dress
Gabriella's POVIn one swoop I was in his arms as he walked towards a different door. I helped him open it and there was an inner room with a more simple yet luxurious decor.He dropped me on the bed, towering over me as he threw his shirt to a corner of the room and then his hands moved to his bel
Gabriella's POV "Excuse me?" His voice snapped me out of my daze. "Huh?" I looked up at him. God he was more handsome up closer. His eyes were deep like whirlpools slowly dragging me in. "I believe you must be in the wrong place." He said, his voice was deep but the sound slid through m







