Page 332 of Legacy
I pull up the penthouse elevator feed. Scrub back.
There—there’s my wife.
Hair done, makeup on. Exquisite.
She had to have left for the firm. She presses the button. Waits. Calm.
My chest tightens.
Then the doors open.
Gio stands there.
Fucking Gio.
I switch feeds to the garage.
I watch. I make myself watch her fight.
And she does.
But that son of a bitch is quick, crushing her phone, hurting her,hittingmy wife—
My hand is shaking with fury so hard, the phone tight in my grip begins to creak.
I watch as Gio scoops her up and throws her into the trunk of one ofmyblack sedans.
Like she isn’t my whole fucking world.
He tosses her like luggage and slams the trunk shut.
Then drives off like it’s just another day.
I freeze.
Just long enough to burn the image into my mind.
The terror in her eyes, the silent scream, every twitch in her body.
How she scrambled to try and get up.
I grab the lamp off the nightstand and hurl it across the room. It shatters against the wall, shards skittering across the floor like glass rain. I feel nothing. I can’t afford to feel anything.
I take a breath.
Then I move.
Shirt. Gun. Keys.
I call Nico.
He answers on the first ring for once.
“Boss, what’s going on?”
“Find Gio. Lock the city down. No one in or out. I want every soldier hunting. He has my wife.”
I don’t wait for the reply. I’m already dialing the next number.
