Unbound From The Mafia Don
She hadn't just left the house; she had stripped away every single piece of luxury he had ever forced upon her, choosing to walk away with nothing but her own identity.
With trembling fingers, Dominic pulled out his encrypted phone and dialed her private line.
“The number you have dialed has been permanently disconnected from the network.”
"Fuck!" Dominic roared, slamming the phone against the full-length mirror.
The glass shattered into a spiderweb of a thousand glittering shards, reflecting his own wild, bloodshot eyes.
"Marco! Get your useless ass in here right now!"
Within seconds, the villa doors burst open, and Marco sprinted into the bedroom, his hand hovering over his holster.