Page 54 of The Mafia’s Fiancee

“But no one came here to take her,” Sean said.

A guard approached, oblivious to Emma being missing. He focused on Sean, addressing him. “I’m going to meet with the MC.”

Sean furrowed his brow. “Frank? But you already left.”

“No...” He raised his brows. “I’ve been here patrolling the back portion of the property all day.”

The guard at the gate said someone left...

“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, wondering why Emma would have taken off.

I was firm in the belief that she wouldn’t leave me, not like this.

Which meant something had to have drawn her out.

I swallowed hard, worried that she’d fallen for a trick. The only way I could see her willingly leaving was if she’d been coaxed to step out from beyond my reach or out of my range of protection.

Emma. Where the hell are you?

I feared the worst, wondering if she—and my mother—could be at the same hellhole I wanted to storm.

With the Marcheses.