Page 80 of Dark Mafia Vows

“She left alone?” I chuckle bitterly, and Rosa winces at my tone. I blow out a tense breath before asking. “But what?

Rosa’s lips tremble. “She...she didn’t say where she was going. I was in the kitchen when she said she needed some air, and before I could even get to the front door, she was...gone.” Her voice breaks, and guilt weighs heavy in her tear-filled eyes.

Gone. I feel the walls closing in, my throat constricting as panic slithers through my veins.

“Why didn’t she take Timoteo? Why the hell didn’t anyone stop her? Why didn’t anyone call me?” My voice rises, barely controlled, shaking with fear. My heart thuds erratically in my chest.

Rosa shakes her head, her hands wringing together. “I thought she’d be back soon... I didn’t know she’d be gone this long.”

I’m already pulling out my phone, dialing Ginny’s number, praying for her voice to answer—but all I get is the cold, automated tone telling me her phone is switched off.

“Fuck!” The curse explodes from my lips, echoing off the walls. I dial again. And again. But nothing.

My hands tremble as I frantically dial Lorenzo’s number next, my pulse thundering in my ears. The phone rings twice before cutting to voicemail.

“Damn it, Lorenzo, pick up!” I mutter under my breath, dialing again, but the same thing happens. The panic is relentless now, coiling tighter and tighter around my chest.

“Rosa,” I snap, my voice coming out harsher than intended, “when exactly did she leave?”

Rosa’s eyes well up with fresh tears as she answers, her voice barely a whisper, “Around eight this morning, sir. I thought shewas just going for a walk... I didn’t think...” She trails off, visibly shaking now.

Eight. It’s beenhours. Too many fucking hours. My blood roars in my ears, and fear sharpens its claws into my gut.

I pace the room, my mind racing through worst-case scenarios. “Has anyone seen her? At all?” I demand, the desperation creeping into my voice.

Rosa shakes her head. “No, Boss. I sent Angelo out to drive around the neighborhood to search for her, but...” A tear slips down her cheek, and her voice cracks. “I’m so sorry.”

“Get Timoteo. Now!” I shout, storming toward my home office, my fists clenching at my sides. “Find him. And check the garage. See if any of my cars are missing.”

Rosa, Timoteo, the security guards, and the gatekeepers are my only workers that live at the staff quarters behind the main house. The rest come and go. These ones are here because I used to believe that they were useful to have around. But now, I’m livid at their display of incompetence.

Every negligent person who was involved in this will be punished. The maids, Timoteo, Angelo and his fellow security guards, the gatekeepers...

But that’s not my main focus right now.

My fingers fly across my phone, dialing every contact I have in the police and underworld. My intel, my resources—all the people I’ve built relationships with over the years. It doesn’t matter if they owe me favors, if they’re old friends or enemies. Everyone is expendable if it means finding her.

“Conduct a search, now!” I bark into the phone. “I don’t care what it takes. Use the cameras, check the traffic feeds, shake down every street corner if you have to.”

With every call I make, the sinking feeling in my chest deepens, clawing at me. The silence on the other end, the hesitation, the same damned response every time.

No one has seen her. No one knows anything.

I can’t rely on these people, not now. Their promises are worthless.Mere fucking promises.Ginny could be in real danger, and I have nothing—nothing except my own gnawing fear. My stomach twists as the thought crosses my mind.

Kidnapped.

God, no.

My pulse races, the blood roaring in my ears as the possibility becomes real. Ginny, taken? Inmycity, undermywatch? I let her leave alone, I let my guard down. If someone has her, they’re signing their own death warrant, but I can’t think about that right now.

Right now, I have to get her back.

I know this isn’t some random disappearance—this has someone’s fingerprints all over it. Someone is trying to get to me.

The hours tick by. Timoteo confirms that Ginny took one of the cars, but there’s been no trace of her or the car since she left. Rosa says she seemed upset and sick when she went out, but no one knows why.

I don’t sleep that night. I can barely even sit still.

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