No. I can’t. I won’t.
My plans to take over my father’s legacy have to keep me very fucking far away from that.
Liking her, more than liking her… it’s too dangerous.
She’s innocent in all of this. And even though she doesn’t deserve to be in the center of this shitstorm, that’s not my problem. I have one job to do and that’s to secure my future as head of the Viacava family.
Figuring out how I can use the Blood Vault to my advantage can buy me some time from delivering on my order tokill Cormac, but not much. And my plans aren't to protect Livvie.
It’s to protect myself and my interests.
I grit my teeth as I repeat those words to myself.
I wonder when I’ll actually start to believe them.
Pushing open the door to the conservatory, I recoil slightly. She’s not here.
I furrow my brows and head toward the kitchen. It’s spotless and unused.
She’s not here either. The espresso machine isn’t even on.
I wander into the foyer. Her sneakers, which usually sit by the front door, are missing.
My spine stiffens and I stalk back to my bedroom in search of my phone. Grabbing it off the nightstand, I swipe to unlock it and stab her number onto the screen. Just as I’m ready to call her, another call comes in from Ray, my head of security.
I click to accept the call. “Where the hell is Livvie?” I growl into the phone.
Fuck the hellos, how are yous.
“Sir, she left earlier, saying she wanted to pick something up for you.” He pauses for a second too long.
“And?” I snap. “What happened?”
“When we finally located her, Roman approached her in the street. She got into his car.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? And you didn’t have someone follow them?”
“Of course I did, sir. Henry went after them. But Roman must’ve seen the tail and managed to evade him. That’s why I’mcalling. We lost her, sir.”
Blood rushes between my ears, my pulse jumping into my neck and pounding hard against it. “You fucking lost her. My wife. To that fucking asshole.”
“I know you’re upset, sir, and we are doing everything we can to find her but?—”
“But you can’t because he fucking lost the tail,” I bellow. “Do me a favor, Dom, and deliver a message to Henry that he is fired and if I see him again, ever, I will bury a round of bullets in his goddamn brain. Do you have that?”
“Yes, sir.” Dom’s voice shakes. “What else can we do to?—?”
“Nothing,” I say darkly. “I will handle this, and then I’ll handle the rest of you.”
I end the call and open the tracker app. I will fucking find her myself.
Scanning the screen, I click on the tracker installed in the necklace I gave her. She was wearing it last night. She has to be wearing it now.
I click to get a location pin and my eyes widen.
What the fuck?
The penthouse address flashes across the screen.
