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He moved away, his footsteps fading away, and for a moment, I thought I was alone as I stood there in silence, thoughts flying too fast for me to handle.
Something smooth and silky was draped over my shoulders, and I blinked in surprise at the robe covering my naked body.
His hot lips pressed a delicate kiss to my forehead. “Go to your room and take a bath or something. Keep your mind off this, and leave it to me, alright? I just need you to stay safe.”
I nodded, numbly, clasping the robe against my nude body.
“Good girl,” he murmured, wrapping an arm over my shoulder as he walked me over to my room. He opened the door, softly nudging my lower back to go in.
I glanced at him once more, fat tears running down my face in silence.
“It’ll be okay.” He tried to reassure me with a strained smile.
I watched him emptily as he shut the door. I listened to his heavy footsteps as he hurried down the hallway.
A few seconds later, the front door slammed shut, and I flinched.
I swallowed, my throat feeling heavy and swollen as I dropped the robe onto the floor, uncaring as I headed for the bathroom.
Take a bath, he said.
Okay.
Maybe it was the shock or maybe it was the pressure from keeping my emotions under wraps but at the moment, all I could feel was nothing–just a large gaping hole where my heart should be.
I made my way to the bathroom, the motions feeling mechanical as I plugged the tub and ran the hot water.
I watched as the water filled up the porcelain tub, inch by inch. Finally, once it was filled, I walked over to the basket and plucked one of the bath bombs it held.
I dumped it into the water and watched it fizz, spreading throughout the bath until it was lavender colored.
I slipped into the hot bath, soaking my cold skin in the burning water. I ignored the way it stung slightly, even as my skin turned red from the heat. The steam and fizziness of the bath bomb soon relaxed me as I laid my hand back on the edge of the tub and stared at the ceiling.
It smelled of lavender and champagne. I remembered getting it as a present from Dahlia.
My best friend.
Who was now missing.
I curled my legs to my chest and finally let my emotions go. Tears fell down my cheeks as a sob escaped my throat, and suddenly, I was crying.
I broke down, not knowing where my best friend was or if I would ever see her again.
And it was all my fault.
*Giovani*
As soon as I had coaxed Olivia back to her room and shut the door behind her, my face darkened. I stormed down the hallway, my phone in my hand as I was already speed-dialing Gabriele back.
I hated to be delayed, but I could see the terrible expression Olivia had. She was shocked and riddled with guilt and fear for Dahlia, that was clear to anyone.
I didn’t even want to tell her at first, but I was shocked by the way she had threatened me. Hanging onto my legs and refusing to let go?
It was childish, but sweet.
But taking her with me was a whole different matter. There was no way I could find Dahlia when I was constantly worrying about Olivia as well.
I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me, and I turned to one of the guards I had set up. He stared at me, awaiting orders.
“Watch her. Make sure no one gets in or out,” I said, darkly.
He nodded, taking his place at the front door as I stormed to the garage where my car was waiting. I’d already wasted too much time here.
Dahlia could be anywhere. I placed my phone to my ear as I unlocked the car, hearing it ring.
“Sir,” Gabriele said calmly.
“How did you let this happen?” I demanded furiously. “You were supposed to be watching Dahlia, keeping her safe. If something happens to her, it’s all on you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir, but as I said, I was alone, and I could not engage three men single-handedly,” Gabriele said back, a little roughly.
Even though I could hear the defiance in his voice, I ignored it. Gabriele was one of my oldest friends, my right-hand man.
I couldn’t blame him for this. I cursed, sticking my keys into the ignition and turning. The car rumbled to life, and I spared no time as I backed out of the garage.
I clenched the steering wheel so tightly that my fingers turned white.
“Luckily, we have the building surrounded now. The team is ready to move in and get her back. We just need your orders, sir,” Gabriele said.
“Send me the address,” I snapped and then hung up. I was glad to hear they’d located her again after they’d lost her the first time. My guys were good–most of the time.
I crossed into the road and gunned it, not caring about the speed limit. My phone dinged with the address, and I remembered the place.
It was an abandoned warehouse, small enough to be off the radar. It was owned by a company that went bankrupt years ago and now just sat rotting. It was the perfect criminal hideout.
I took a hard right, the tires screeching against the busy streets as I attempted to bypass the slow-moving cars in front of me.
I clenched my teeth, hating myself for letting this happen. I knew Dahlia would never listen to me, and I knew the apartment she was spending the night in wasn’t safe. But I had let her go anyway.
I thought putting Gabriele as a tail would be enough, but that was my mistake. God, James was going to kill me… if Dahlia’s brothers didn’t get to me first.
The section of abandoned warehouses bordered the river, so I took the back street, hoping to arrive just in time. I counted down the warehouses, gazing outside my window for any sign of Gabriele or the kidnappers.
I spotted Gabriele’s truck and several of my men standing outside of the open bay doors of one of the smallest warehouses, tucked between the wall and river. I pulled in, shutting off my headlights as I cut off the engine.
I got out of the car, my eyes on the building in front of me.
Gabriele came to meet me just as I opened up my trunk. I was already loading my handgun by the time he made it to me with a dark look on his face.
“Sir,” Gabriele started with a hesitant look.
“Did you breach yet?” I asked, coldly. I was all business at this point.
“Yes, sir,” Gabriele nodded.
