Page 194 of Money Reigns
“And youwere working with Santo Amato. You’ve got his fucking secretary in here like what? Your paid whore—”
“Hey!” Wesley snaps, standing. “She’s not—”
“What did you do?” I roar, the words tearing out of me raw, desperate.
“Nothing!” Wesley shouts back. “I helped Amato, he was grateful. Said I could hire Evie. He has hiswifeas his secretary now, okay? That’s it. We may do a collaboration in some surveillance releases, but that’s all. They wouldn’t touch Olivia.”
I drag in an uneven breath, chest heaving. My fists ache from how tightly I’m holding them.
Wesley exhales, shoulders dropping. “Did you go home? See if maybe she’s there? Maybe her phone died?”
The suggestion lands like a slap.
Stupid.
Of course I didn’t check.
But I don’t let him see that.
I step in close, my shadow swallowing him whole. “Stay away from the Amatos. We don’t do business with them.Ever.Do you understand me?”
His throat bobs, but he nods. “Yeah.”
I leave without another word, my pulse still hammering, every step echoing with the same thought.
Olivia.
Where the fuck are you?
***
“Olivia!” I call the second the elevator doors slide open. My voice ricochets off glass and marble, too loud in the silence of the penthouse.
No answer.
The kitchen. Empty.
Living room. Empty.
Bedroom. Empty.
Bathroom. Empty.
Each room I check hollows me out further. I stalk through the space like a predator, but there’s nothing to catch. No sound. No movement.
My chest is tight, breath coming sharp as I throw open the closet. Her clothes are still here. Dresses lined neat, shoes intheir rows. I yank open drawers, half-expecting them to be bare, but her things are folded inside.
I stumble into the bathroom. Her perfume is on the counter, cap askew like she used it this morning. Her toothbrush, her face cream, all of it waiting.
She’s not gone.
But she’s not here.
I drag my phone out, thumb shaking as I hit dial again.
She answers on the second ring.
“Why?” she whispers.
