Page 91 of Legacy
The silence in the penthouse hits like a scream.
Her coffee mug still sits on the counter. A chair slightly askew. Ghosts of a morning routine she didn’t finish.
I call Nico. It rings twice.
“Boss?”
“You have my wife?”
A beat.
“No. You want me to start a search?”
“Not yet. I’ll call you back.”
A tightness coils in my throat.
I call Adriana.
It rings.
Voicemail.
The elevator chimes. The hum, the soft glide of doors opening to—Gio.
He strolls in like this isn’t life or death.
“Where’s my wife?” I ask, cold.
“She’s not back yet,” he says casually, brushing past me.
I grab his collar and slam him into the wall hard enough to shake the frames.
Gio grunts.
“The fuck do you mean she’s not back yet?”
His eyes lock on mine, wide, panicked.
“She left an hour ago. Said she’d be back.”
“She left?Where?”
“I don’t know,” he stammers, shaking hishead.
I punch the wall next to his face. He flinches. A sharp breath escapes him.
“You didn’t ask where she was going?Whotook her?”
“A-A rideshare.”
My body goes still.
Stone still.
My wife.
The Don’s wife.
