Page 60 of Enzo
I inhaled a deep breath, intent on keeping my head clear and my temper in check.
“No, she’s not sleeping,” I gritted, ignoring his other question.
I took off running down the corridor, heading for the security office, and heard Giulio’s boots pounding behind me.
We found Alex, Giulio’s assistant, sitting at the desk, a wall of screens in front of him. Penelope was nowhere to be seen.
“My wife,” I gritted. “Where’s my wife?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Look through the footage from the past six hours,” I roared. “I shouldn’t have to tell you how to do your job.”
Alex winced, but immediately started playing the tapes. He slowed the video when a figure could be seen creeping through the house and out the door. But then she returned, grinning maniacally as she held?—
Fuck. Was that thecatstruggling under her arm?
I ran my tongue over my teeth.
My wife tried to fucking kill me.
There she was on the screen again, tiptoeing back out the door five minutes later.
“She’s gone for a walk,” Alex said slowly, knowing full well it was the dumbest thing he would utter because the time stamp on the screen stated three in the morning.
“Why didn’t you alert me?” I snarled. “How the fuck did this happen?”
Alex swallowed, refusing to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, boss. I was… distracted.”
I pounded my fist on the table, wishing it was his face.
“You’re fired.” I looked over at Giulio. “Make sure he’s gone, or the next time I see him, he’s dead.”
I rushed out of there as I fished out my cell phone and lifted it to my ear, calling Amadeo.
“It’s barely six in the morning.” His greeting was followed by a muffled groan. “Shouldn’t you be fucking your wife? Or at least sleeping in?”
“She’s gone.”
The line went silent for several heartbeats. “When you say ‘gone,’ what exactly do you mean?”
There were so many scenarios playing in my mind, I had a hard time separating them. Or maybe that was the allergy symptoms, I didn’t fucking know. But I had to find Penelope and get her back to safety.
“She ran away.”
I closed my eyes, fear gripping my chest. There were so many dangers lurking in our world, and with the uncertainty surrounding Atticus and the organ trafficking ring spreading like wildfire… Fuck. They could easily snatch her and…no. Dammit. I had to keep it together.
“Thank God. For a moment I thought you meant she was dead.” Amadeo let out a breath, his laugh somewhat off. “Did she run away because you’re bad in bed or…”
“Help me find her,” I hissed. “You’re the best tracker I know.”
“It took your wife bolting for you to finally say those words out loud.”
“Amadeo, I swear to God?—”
My brother laughed.
“Relax, of course I’ll help you.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “Tell me what happened.”
