Page 332 of Valentino

Fuck.

We didn’t go back yesterday, it’s still sitting in my office.

I throw on some clothes, take the stairs two at a time, and grab the keys to my Ferrari.

Take the lift down, and sprint through the parking lot. I dive behind the wheel and scream out of the parking lot.

The tires screech as I take the corners, I dial her number again. “Pick up baby, pick up.”

The number you have called is currently unavailable.

“Fuck it,” I scream, the car nearly goes up onto two wheels as I take a corner with speed. “Where the fuck are you, Anna?”

My knuckles are white as I grip the steering wheel.

Who took her?

Ring, ring…ring, ring….

I dive to answer it. “Do you have her?” Giuliano cries. “Tell me you have her.”

“No. I do not fucking have her,” I scream.

“My God.”

“Find her.” I hang up, too stressed to speak.

I drive like a maniac, and if a policeman tries to stop me.

I’ll shoot the fucker dead.

I pull up out the front of the Ferrara building and drive straight up onto the pavement. Brrrrr. The bottom of my black Ferrari scrapes in disapproval as I take the curb at speed.

Park right beside the front of the doors, I run inside and scan my card. Sprint to the elevator and push the button with force. “Come on. Come on.”

The doors slowly open, I dive in and press the close button.

“Hurry up.” I dial her number again.

The number you have called is currently unavailable.

“Please. Please. I beg of you.” I pray out loud. “Please, please let me find her. Please let her be safe.”

The elevator doors slowly open and I run, straight for my office. I flick the lights on and tip my briefcase upside down onto my desk, my work phone comes into view and I swipe it on.

Battery 40%

Fuck!

I go onto the app and my heart thumps against my chest as I wait. “Come on.”

A green dot lights up.

I can see it moving and an arrow points in the direction….

Oh my God.

“Thank you.”