Something else she had in common with her mother.
But not getting to hold her had been hell.
After chatting with the nurse and watching my baby girl, twenty minutes had passed. Feeling unsettled about leaving Capri and taking longer than planned, I hightailed it to the elevators and back up to the floor my wife was on.
When the elevator doors opened, my eyes caught on not one nurse like when I left, but two, and they weren’t alone. Two security guards were there talking to the two women who seemed unsettled and were talking rapidly. My body tightened as an unwanted feeling of dread crept in. I raced the remaining distance to my wife’s room and flew through the door.
She was gone.
“Mr. Brewer, Mr. Brewer!” someone was yelling from behind me, but I ignored them.
My eyes scanned the room, noticing her phone shattered on the floor. Then I went to the open bathroom door to find the bag her personal belongings were in, but nothing was there but her purse. Her clothes were all missing.
“Mr. Brewer, please talk to us,” a deep male voice said.
I whipped around, rage pouring from my pores. “Where the fuck is my wife?”
When the nurse that had been working earlier stumbled backward to get away from me, with fear in her eyes, I felt horrible. She had been working so hard and had been wonderful with Capri, but half of my world was missing and the other half was just hours old, fighting to get better.
“Get security down with my daughter right now!” I shouted.
The nurse’s eyes went wide, that fear of me she had moments ago, now on my baby girl. The security man in the room nodded and pulled out his walkie, immediately sending someone to watch over Italia.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yelled, as I pulled out my phone.
“Sir, we need to talk to you,” the security guard said as the other one came running into the room, no doubt from my yelling.
Once again, I tuned them out and made my call.
“She’s gone. My wife is fuckinggone,” I said when Braxton answered his phone. “Call the guys and whoever can meet me at the hospital, but make sure that some stay with the ladies and children. And call Bronson, we need all the help we can get. But only him, I don’t know who to trust.”
Right before I was about to hang up, Braxton asked about her necklace. Since she had to take it off, I assumed it was in her purse that was still in the bag laying on the bathroom floor. With that not on her and her phone broken into pieces, we were flying blind unless we could get something off security cameras or find witnesses.
“She couldn’t wear it,” I told him. “I’ll see you in a few.”
As I hung up the phone, I walked back into the bathroom and rummaged through Capri’s purse.No necklace.It wasn’t there.Holy shit.I pulled the app up on my phone and sucked in a harsh breath.
I found her.
But where the fuck were they taking her?
I would find her.
But would it be too late?
* * *
We were packedin Capri’s room like sardines.
When I realized that my brilliant, beautiful wife found a way to get her necklace, I spoke with hospital security and the nurses, convincing them not to call the police or anyone else. I was clear they could only speak with Bronson or my guys when they got there, and they agreed.
The situation was delicate and I couldn’t let anything or anyone get in the way of me finding the love of my life.
Waiting for the guys to get to the hospital had been torture, but we needed a plan. And as I watched the app and my wife moved further and further away from me, it had been hard to keep my feet firmly planted until we talked strategy.
Gyth walked back into the room with one of the hospital security men, a grave look on his face. “I’ve reviewed the security cameras.”
“And?” I needed him to speed it up but my tone was also hesitant due to his expression.
