“Melanie, are you safe?”
“Yes, I’m at the safe house.”
I rubbed my brow. “Good. Baby, I need to tell you something, but keep calm.”
“Tell me what,” she growled.
“Ryah, ran away early this morning?”
“What!” she yelled.
“She went to find Rocco.”
“Why did she have to find him? I thought he was staying at the house.”
“He encountered a minor problem when he went to pick up the package. Ryah talked to Rocco. He told her they might not be able to see each other for the rest of the summer. So, she ran away to be with him. I’ll watch out for her, Melanie.”
“You better bring our daughter back safe and sound, Luciano.”
“Melanie, I will. I can’t wait to see you.”
“You saw plenty of me the other night on Facetime. You came twice.”
Light laughter left my throat. “Yeah, I wish you were here on the beach with me.”
After seventeen years, I still longed to hold her every night. Not just a few nights a week. She was more relaxed when I stayed at the house with her and Ryah. We were a family.
“Baby, I’ll call you as soon as I know she’s safe.”
“Ok. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Duran knocked on the partially opened door. “Boss.”
“Yes?”
“I couldn’t track Ryah’s phone.”
My phone rang, then I brought it to my ear. “Hello.”
“Luciano, I have Ryah in my sights. She’s at Heritage Beach.”
I exhaled, running a hand over my hair. “Thank god.”
“Art, let me know when Rocco makes contact with her.”
“Ok.”
I disconnected the call.
I’d call Melanie back and let her know our daughter was fine.
“Duran, Art found Ryah on the beach.”
He smiled. “Good. I’ll walk the premises.”
“Ok.”
My Ryah was just like her dad. I smiled at the thought. She’d always been that way. The only reason I hated her boyfriend was because he reminded me of myself and his dad.
Rocco would do anything for Ryah. And I do mean anything.