Page 331 of Legacy
Angelo
Iwake up alone.
For a second, I think she’s in the bathroom. The sheets beside me are cool. but still smell like her. That dark, heady scent she carries, like whiskey and cherries and sin.
But the silence stretches.
No water. No movement.
Just… empty.
My hand grazes over her pillow and finds the note. Neat script. Red ink.
Always red with her.
‘I’ll be back. You can punish me later for leaving you like this. But I had to. See you soon’
A soft, dark laugh leaves my throat. Of course she left me with that kind of tease.
My lips curl into a slow, possessive smile.
My wife.
Mine.
I reach for my phone and fire off the message I always send to Enzo when she’s with him. Pure instinct now.
‘With your life.’
Three dots come up. Then a call. Immediate.
My gut knots.
I answer.
Enzo’s voice is clipped. Tight. “Boss… I don’t have Adriana.”
Everything inside me stills.
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t have her?”
“You sent us all a text, to meet at the townhouse. We’re all here.”
The bed goes cold beneath me.
I’m already up, already pulling on pants, speaker on as I open the security feed app.
“I never sent a text,” I mutter.
“Boss…” Enzo says, dread creeping into his tone.
I hang up.
Call her.
Voicemail.
My pulse spikes.
