Fated By Stars (Fated Hearts, #1 & 2)

Chapter 8

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"What do you mean the fucker won't open his mouth?"

"We tried everything, from cutting his fingers to cutting his skin with a knife to shooting him, but the fucker just won't speak," Dorian says, his face irritated.

I wanted to wake up and spend time with Roselyn, but instead, here I am trying to figure out where the drugs that were supposed to arrive last night are. Without a doubt, Antonio is the one who stole my drug ship. I'm going to kill him when I find him. His father tried to take over my mafia when my father was in charge, but the old man couldn't succeed, and now his fucking son is trying to take over my mafia. That fucker should know that as long as I run this mafia, it is not going to happen; even if I am not there, someone will be there to stop that dickhead.
(AN: if you have any idea for Antonio's surname, feel free to comment. I am kind of confused about that.)

I was about to go to Roselyn's room this morning when I got a call from Sergey saying my drugs had been stolen the night before; however, we were able to catch one of his men. I'd love to torture that dickhead, but I'm not in the mood to get my hands filthy right now.

"Well, did you at least manage to find his name?"

"Yes, he spits his name out when I poured salt in his open wounds. His name is Alex." Lorenzo says his name with a disgusted grimace.

"I have no doubt he is Antonio's man. Go find out about his family, threaten him with their names, and find out where my drugs are. If threatening them won't work, abduct his family and bring them here." I order the three, they nod and leave.

I can't seem to get a break from Antonio; he's always trying to screw something up. He'll be begging me for mercy the day I find his hiding place, but he won't get it. He doesn't even have enough guts to come into the action himself, always hiding behind his men.

I walk out of my office, wondering if she has woken up yet; she must have been exhausted by all the change. I am a patient man, but this girl is always testing my patience.

She thought she could just slip away last night, how adorable. But I do enjoy a good chase. I love the effect I have on her; I saw goosebumps on her neck when she sensed my presence behind her. But I don't quite like how she makes me feel; my heartbeat changes the moment I see her face; I look all cool and composed on the outside, but my heart literally races when I see her face.

What I don't understand is why she is always on the verge of crying when I speak to her. Yeah, I took her away from her normal life, but I can give her the world. She just needs to ask.

I open her door expecting to see her sleeping soundly, but the bed is empty, and I frown a little. Maybe she's in the bathroom, but when I look at the door, it's open, and when I check it, it's empty. Where did she go? Did she to go my room? A smile forms on my lips at that thought but is soon replaced by fury when she is not there.

She couldn't have escaped since I had clearly ordered my men not to let her out of the mansion the day before. She is not present on the entire floor. Perhaps she went to the kitchen for breakfast.

A small body collides hardly on my chest as I come to the end of the stairs. It's Roselyn. I breathe a sigh of relief, but then I feel something wet on my t-shirt, and when I raise her head with my hand, she has tears filled in her eyes. I raise an eyebrow, asking what happened, but my question is answered when I see her left cheeks are red with fingerprints, and anger takes over my body. Who did this to her? Her entire body is shaking.

"Who did this to you?" I ask calmly so that she won't get scared.

She doesn't say anything as she tries to catch her breath.