"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."
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They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes.
And beside...
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Luca woke to cold sheets.
His arm reached instinctively for her—warm skin, a sharp inhale, the subtle curve of her waist—but instead, his fingers sank into emptiness. Linen. Cool. Flat.
His eyes opened.
She wasn't there.
The pillow still held the shape of her head, the faintest trace of her shampoo lingering in the air. But the comforter on her side was pulled back, her contacts case untouched on the nightstand, her earrings still on the tray by the lamp.
A sick feeling crawled up his spine.
"Kaia?"
His voice broke the silence like a knife. No reply.
He was out of bed in a second, the floor cold under his feet as he stormed into the bathroom. The lights were off. No steam, no scent of soap, no sound of the water running. Her robe was still hanging on the hook. Her towel untouched.
He turned in circles, heart rate spiking.
Living room? Empty.
Kitchen? Nothing but still air and an untouched bottle of water on the counter.
Her phone charger sat plugged in. Cord limp, useless.
He checked the door. Locked from the inside.
He checked the balcony. Still bolted shut.
"Kaia!" he called again, louder this time, a growl in his throat. His voice echoed back at him.
Nothing.
A bone-deep dread began to slither through him. He tore through the penthouse room by room like a man possessed. Flung open closets, checked the hallway, even looked in the fucking laundry room.
He checked the security panel. Nothing had been disarmed. No exit logs. Her tracker wasn't pinging.
He picked up her phone from where it sat on the kitchen island, screen black. Dead. Why was it dead?
Then his own phone was in his hand.
First call: Blade. Second: Matteo. Third: Antonio. Fourth: Oscar.
"Check the cameras. The hallway, the lobby, the elevator. Now," he snapped at Starr when all the rest were useless.
"I'm on it," Starr answered, already typing. "Try to breathe and stay calm."
But Luca couldn't breathe.
He was seeing red. His skin was too tight, his heart pounding like war drums inside his chest.
