He ran a hand down his face.
“Yep, whoever it is has a real vendetta with us,” Diego said.
They made their way into the house, and it took him a good twenty minutes to calm Ricci down.Matteo Ricci didn’t like to appear a fool.With his daughter gone, and the two men guarding her dead, he was not calm.
His daughter was now tainted.Giovanni knew this was bad for business, but he didn’t know if Matteo was upset because his daughter was no longer a virgin, or because he loved her.There were many men within the Colombo Mafia who didn’t have any real love for their daughters.They were nothing more than commodities.Their only value was in their virginity and their beauty.It wasn’t something he liked, but it also wasn’t something he could do anything about.
Making his way up to Isabella’s room, he couldn’t really read the room.It kind of reminded him of Mia’s woman’s shed, which he got for her, until she had changed the decor.He really should change it back to the way she liked it.Giovanni had loved Mia exactly the way she was.
“Wow,” Diego said.He shook his head, looking around the room.
Giovanni stood in the room and frowned as he made his way over to the window.
“Did Isabella have any ...other men or suitors she was interested in?”Giovanni asked.
“Why?”Lorenzo asked.
“Whoever came in here had to have done so through the main door,” Giovanni said.“There’s no way anyone could have done a kidnapping like this without them knowing.”
“You think Isabella is in on this?”Emilio asked.
“I know it’s a stretch but think about it.There’s no way they’re going to get ladders to this window.They didn’t come in using force.”He shook his head.“Something isn’t right with this one.”
It was then that Giovanni started to rummage through Isabella’s drawers for a sign, or anything that could show what he was looking for.The first couple of drawers showed nothing.
“Okay, fine,” Diego said, and he started to look, as did Emilio and Lorenzo.
He didn’t know how long they were looking, until Diego held up a stack of letters.
“Anyone say secret romance?”Diego asked.
Giovanni moved toward him and took some of the letters.They were split open and looked dirty.
“They must have a secret hiding space,” he said.
“Well, Matteo has a pretty big garden, and even though he likes to boast about having a lot of men, most of the time they are nowhere to be found,” Lorenzo said.
Giovanni opened the letter and started to read.The writer talked about big changes coming, that they would be together.He looked through the letter and frowned, not liking the extent of the mail.He made his way through each letter, and after reading five of them, he looked up at his three friends.
“I know where they are.”
****
Mia hated waking upwithout her husband.She ran her hand across the length of the mattress and was surprised as she waited for the morning sickness to kick in.Only, it never did.There was no sickness.
For several seconds, she just laid across the bed, looking toward the small slit in the curtain, but it wasn’t even light yet.It was still very dark.
She let out a yawn and took her time, climbing out of bed.She kept expecting the morning sickness to crash upon her, but it was like her stomach was settled this morning.After using the toilet, brushing her teeth, and running a comb through her hair, she decided to get changed into a pair of sweats.
Giovanni had said he was leaving, but he often went and slept on the sofa in his office, so he didn’t wake her.
Mia made her way downstairs, and the house was so silent.She knew guards were always lurking, but they had been trained to stay invisible.
She gave another yawn and made her way toward Giovanni’s office with a smile on her face.Only, the smile didn’t last, and she felt like pouting, because he was not in his office.She glanced around and sighed, as it looked like he hadn’t gotten home last night.
Instead of going to his sofa, she made her way to his desk and smiled, thinking about the last time he had made love to her, or fucked across his desk.That was a fun memory.She ran her hand across the hardwood, and as she did, she knocked Giovanni’s computer mouse.She hadn’t even realized the screen was dark.More often than not, Giovanni turned off his computer, and Mia sat down at his desk, as the screen came into focus.
She saw there had been a recording playing, and Mia hit “record.”There was no sound, not that it needed any sound.She knew exactly what she was watching.
