The Lawyer Vs The Mafia (Mafia Series #2)

Vanished

Emerson's POV

I don't remember when things went so bad. I don't recall at what point I was taken from my husband.

One second I was playing a teasing game of hide and seek with him and then next I wake up with a piercing headache so strong I can barely keep my eyes from shutting out of pain.

I don't know where I am, I can't see a damn thing and by every passing minute or what I think is a minute it could be hours for all I know- I have no sense of time- god- I keep getting more and more upset.

The overwhelming feeling of dread continues to get worse. I can't move- I assume I am tied up or being restrained in another manner.

"Shit-" I think I've been drugged- I think I assume-

There are so many things running through my mind but nothing at all.

It is so frustrating feeling and knowing that your mind and body are incapacitated to the point where you feel like your brain is your own personal dungeon.

I would never admit this out loud, but I am scared- so fucking afraid.

If this is another one of Kierans kinky jokes- he's gone too far this time.

Too fucking far!

"H- h- hello!" I yell and a thought floats into my mind, no echo- so it isn't an empty space.

Slowly I start to try and figure out my surroundings while not being able to see. My feet are still bare- I feel a fuzzy carpet under my feet.

My eyes still are too weak to open- they stutter and shut feeling as though they weigh thousands of pounds against my eyes.

"Kieran!" I yell out for him- the man that has become my comfort my savior- my husband.

My yell is close to useless. It comes out as more of a scratchy whisper. I fear I don't even recognize my own voice.

It's sounds exhausted and pained.

For a long time or what to me feels like an eternity there is nothing.

No sound
No movement
Nothing

Is this what hell is?
Is this what death feels like?
Absolute nothingness?
Darkness behind your eyes?
Is this it?

God please- Kieran- please- I beg- whatever is out there please don't let me continue in this torture.

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Kierans POV

She's gone.

I don't know where the hell she is- one second I had her and the next poof mysteriously fucking vanished from within my grasp.

What the hell-

I waisted no time in calling Dominico telling him to get his shit together because my angel was taken right from under me.

We argued back and fourth until he had called me every name in the book. I threatened him to keep quite while he figured shit out.

I am now going to visit an old friend that always know everything he is the first to know all the news in the underworld.

He has good informants they have big mouths. They always know a guy who knows another that knows what the fuck the movements are.

I park my car quickly going into the tall reflective building. As soon as I walk in I am stopped at the security booth. The woman at the front eyes me then hands me a tub to place all of my items in.