Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"Have you spoken to Karlie?" Logan asks, not looking away from his phone.
"No, I've been trying to get this done so I can be with her. Why? Have you talked to her?" I ask, immediately alert.
I haven't talked to Karlie since last week when she was in the gym. I've called her several times and each time it's goes straight to voicemail.
683.
I'm losing it. My sanity has to be on the brink of extinction. None of my men have had an eye on her. The dumb fuckers can't even do their jobs right.
I've called Journey, Janice, her trainer, everyone she's been in contact with and it's like they all are avoiding me, but I'll get them. One way or another. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Give me a fucking minute! Jaxon!"
"Where the fuck is my fiancé?" I ask harshly, pushing pass Journey. I scan the room before going to the other rooms in the suite, doing the same.
I'm sure there's a trail of smoke from the storming of my feet.
"Where is she?!" I shout, going back to Journey.
"I-I don't know." She stutters, quietly.
She doesn't know? How the fuck does she not know? She basically follows Karlie everywhere she goes. I swear if she want Karlie's friend, I'd be finding a different way to get information out of her.
"What do you mean you don't know?" I ask as I feel my hands twitch from anger.
"I thought this was her way of taking a break from everything. I know we've been pushing her and she normally does this when she needs a break but I didn't think she'd cut off contact with you. Everyone has been calling for her and looking in her apartments but nobody can find her. I swear-"
I cut off her rambling. "What is the point of having you if you can't do your fucking job correctly?" I spit before basically stomping out of there.
I get in my drivers car before pulling out my phone and calling Logan.
"I want everyone to find Karlie. I don't care about anything else at this moment. I want her found and found now." I almost shout into the phone before hanging up.
I don't care if this is one of those things where Karlie disappears to get away from stress or whatever. With everything happening, she doesn't need to be alone.
But she knows this.
She knows that it's safer to be around people, my men or a random crowd. We've talked about this countless times.
We've been monitoring the leprechauns and they haven't changed anything. I don't want to think about that but they aren't off my list. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Jaxon, I seriously think she's just away. There's no trace of her anywhere. She could just be really stressed." Kane says in a concerned voice that irks everything inside of me.
"Don't feed me some bullshit answer. You were told to find Karlie. Did you find her?" I ask, jerking my head slightly.
"I-"
"It's a simple yes or no. Did you find her?" I take a step towards him.
Kane is built and tall but he isn't as tall or nearly as bulky as me. I've trained to be this way. The more muscle you have, the less damage a bullet can do. It also helps that I've been shot a couple of times.
"No." Kane hangs his head low.
"Then don't tell me whether or not my girlfriend has decided to take a fucking vacation." I yell. "I will know when we find her and I'll ask her!"
I walk past him, heading straight for one thing and one thing only.
Karlie's fucking pillow.
I need her scent to surround me in a aroma of her. She is the only thing keeping me grounded and she's not even here to do that.
Now, I'm being the biggest bitch ever and hugging her pillow and a shirt of hers to my chest.
It almost makes me angry. Her rich scent calms me in the only way it can right now. I need her with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I found her!"
Logan shoves his phone into my face, showing me a picture of Karlie. My body starts to shake from the photo.
My Karlie's eyes are swollen as well as her cheek. Her lip is busted open and bleeding. Some of her clothes are ripped, showing cuts, bruises, and burns.
"I want my teams ready." I say, standing rather abruptly from my chair before storming out of the room.
I'm coming, baby. Just hold on a little bit longer.
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