Page 61 of Cavaliere

So you can imagine my shock when I checked the cameras and saw that little wench on the cameras sneaking out and walking right down the driveway.

“I’m sorry, Boss. I swear I didn’t know she left. The alarm didn’t even go off,” Rob says as he sits across from me in my office, looking nervous. As he fucking should be.

“The alarm didn’t go off because it wasn’t fucking set,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

Rob’s always been a reliable guy. Loyal to a fault. Keeps to himself outside of business. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever even heard him talk about a woman in his life. On paper, he’s perfect for this world, which is why I trusted him with Wren’s safety. I never expected him to be the type of guy that gets distracted by a stupid fucking baseball game.

Rob visibly swallows. “I must have forgotten to set it again when we came back in from laying out by the pool.”

“Yeah, you must have,” I mock, resting my fists on the desk as I lean toward him. “You better fucking hope I find her. And once I find her, you better fucking pray that there isn’t a single hair out of place on her head. Because if there is Rob, so help me god, I will fucking end you. But not before Gio has the chance to play, too.”

“Understood.” Rob nods quickly. “I’ll start looking for her.”

“No,” I say sharply, watching Rob tense up. “I think you’ve done enough for tonight. You’re dismissed.”

I wait until I watch Rob leave the house entirely on the monitor before I pull out a burner phone to call Cain.

“Were your ears ringing?” is what Cain greets me with.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I was just talking about you with Scotch.” Cain laughs. “Isn’t that what they say? I know it’s something fucking stupid like that.”

“Will you just get to the point?” I snap. My patience is wearing very thin tonight. The longer I don’t know where Wren is, the more pissed off, and on edge I become.

“Oh, we’re testy tonight. What’s wrong? Did Wren finally wise up and dump your stupid ass?”

“No,” I grunt. “She just… stepped out for the night.”

Cain’s laughter booms through the phone. “Meaning she fucking left your ass. Good. She can do way better than you anyway.”

“You have two seconds to tell me what the fuck you were talking about before I come over there and shoot you in the fucking dick.”

“You can’t do that to Evan, man. We have a bath planned tonight,” Cain says as his laughter dies down. “Wren is part of the reason we were talking about you.”

“What happened?” If her ass is at the clubhouse, I’m going to lose my shit.

“Christos Galanis. You heard of him?”

“Briefly. What do you know?”

“Meet me tomorrow at the clubhouse, and we’ll talk. We saw him lurking around Wren’s,” Cain grunts out. “She actually good, though?”

Fuck.

The last thing I need to do is start a war with the fucking Greeks, but if any face is worth starting a war over, it’s Wren’s.

“I need you to ask Wiz to hack the street cameras by my house and let me know where Wren went. If he can follow her on cameras, that would make my life a lot fucking easier right now.”

“What did you fucking do?” Cain’s voice hardens. “I told you if you hurt her, I’m coming for you.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try.” I laugh without humor. “I didn’t do anything. She wanted to go to her place, but Rob wouldn’t let her. I’m assuming she left on her own just to defy me.” I’m really starting to think she gets a rise out of making me lose my goddamn mind.

“That does sound like Wren,” Cain concedes. “Call you back when I have something. Same number?”

“Yeah,” I say before disconnecting.

I last all of two seconds waiting for Cain to call me back before I’m speeding toward the other side of the city. Normally, I wouldn’t give two shits. I’ve never cared about what happens to a woman. But the thought of something happening to Wren? I would burn this fucking city to the ground.