“Nic, wait.” This time it’s Kaz that calls out to me.
I rush out of Mason’s office. My mind is racing. I can barely make out anything other than the signs to get out of there. Without stopping or turning around, I keep moving even when Iwalk out of the building. I need space. They know. They all know. And now they will want nothing to do with me.
chapter Thirty
Divorce
Tiffany
Ipace my living room once again. I have shed so many tears in the last two days that I don’t think I have any more in my body.
“We’ve checked every location we know about. I have crew members all over the area checking for any sign of him.”
The fact that I’m having a conversation with Julian should let you know how messed up I am. After receiving that disgusting picture of a journal entry, Nico has been missing. No one has been able to find him. Despite his brothers and Julian looking everywhere for him.
My heart is breaking. I can only imagine what he is feeling. To have something like that sent out to people. This Horseman had no right to do what he did. Yes, it gives me a better idea of what Nico was hiding and where his trauma stemmed from, but it was my husband’s secret to tell. Not some asshole that wanted to hurt him.
“And you went by his parent’s cemetery plot?”
Julian nods. “I have someone watching the cemetery. I promise, Boss lady, we are doing everything we can to bring him home.”
The one thing that has come from all of this is how much Julian cares for my husband. Their relationship wasn’t just of anemployer and employee. He’s just as distraught as Salv, Kaz, and Mason. I think he saw Nico as a brother.
Speaking of Nico’s brothers, they have been devastated. Apparently, Mason knew about the abuse Nico faced in that boy’s home. He said he didn’t know the full extent, but he knew something had happened to Nico. Salvito and Kazimir had no idea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Salv so angry.
“Sweet pea, come eat something.” Ms. Rose appears in the doorway, her hands on her hips.
I swear the best decision we ever made was hiring this woman. She has been a godsend for the last two days. Whether it’s forcing me to put something on my stomach, watching Noah while I pace the floor, or just holding me as I cry over my missing husband.
“I’m not hungry.”
Her lips turn down at my remark. I’ve said those same three words so much the last few days they make up damn near 80% of my vocabulary.
“Sweet pea, you haven’t eaten all day. It’s dinnertime. At least try something.”
I turn to tell her again that I’m not hungry. I couldn’t even think of food while my husband was out there somewhere. Before I can open my mouth, a deep voice from behind me speaks.
“Go eat, Tiffany,” Mason demands.
Mason, Salv, Kazimir, and a tall dark-skinned man are standing in my living room.
“Have you found him?” I ask immediately. Another one of those word combinations I’ve said so much lately.
“No,” Mason says. “But starving yourself won’t help us find him any faster.”
As curt as Mason was, he’s right. Starving myself won’t help and would only make Nico mad if he knew I was doing it.
My heart aches at the thought of him. I know he’s out there somewhere, hurting and feeling alone. I just want him to come home. I want him to know that he is loved and what that horrible man did to him isn’t his fault.
“Have a seat,” Ms. Rose says. “I’ll bring you a sandwich.”
I followed her advice and flopped down on the couch. Salvito comes over and takes a seat beside me. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. I lay my head on his shoulder, and despite thinking I had run out, tears fall down my face.
“We’re going to find him, sis. I promise you we will find him.”
Kaz hands me a handkerchief and takes a seat on the arm of the couch beside me.
“I just don’t know why he would hide from us.”
