Page 21 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

Getting to my feet, I head to the front desk. But there’s a huge line, and people are waiting and asking tons of questions.

I slip past them into a long hallway where they took Chiara. As I take a peek into the first of the rooms, someone clears their throat behind me.

“Excuse me, sir. You can’t be here.”

I turn around to face the doctor—a brunette with a stern look in her brown eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to see my wife.” I give her my best charming smile, although I’m not sure it’s going to work on her.

But pulling out a gun would make everything worse, so I try to stay calm.

“Please go back to the waiting room. Someone will give you an update as soon as there’s any news. We’re really busy tonight, but I assure you your wife is in good care.”

Right. If it’s going to be like that, then I’m dropping my nice act. My face turns serious as I meether gaze. Her lips part in surprise as I take a step closer to her.

“You don’t understand,” I say, my voice icy cold. “If you don’t let me see my wife right now, I’m going to make sure you don’t have a job tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“Sir—”

“Don’tsirme. I’m not joking. Where is she? Where is Chiara Gaviani? Take me to her,” I say. “Or if you still think I’m not being serious, then watch me as I make a call to your boss.” I reach for my phone.

“Chiara Gaviani, you said? I’ll see what I can do.” The doctor looks flustered, probably because she’s heard about my family, and I’m sure it wasn’t anything nice.

Sometimes it’s good that people talk. As long as it’s just gossip, it can’t hurt us, but anyone with working brain cells will want to stay away from us and not want to piss us off. And the doctor is close to pissing me off, so she better hurry and not get stupid ideas like returning with the security.

I keep my eye on the doctor and she talks to one of the nurses. A few moments later, the nurse approaches me. It’s the same one who spoke to me earlier to tell me Chiara would be under observation but refused to give me any otherdetails.

Her eyes are wide as she keeps clenching and unclenching her fingers. Is she that terrified of me, or what exactly is going on?

“Um, sir, your wife... Um...”

“Yes?” I clench my jaw, waiting for her to spill it out already.

“She’s gone.”

“What do you mean she’s gone?” I raise my voice.

“Um, she left, sir. I thought you knew.”

“She left?” I gape at her. “How? When?”

“I don’t know. I... She said you knew everything, and that she needed new clothes. And when I was back, she wasn’t there. I looked everywhere. I thought she was with you.” The nurse babbles it all out so fast that I can barely comprehend her.

But I know what’s going on.

Chiara has escaped.

“How could you let that happen? My wife has some mental issues. Whatever she told you was a lie!”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Are you saying she didn’t cut herself by accident?” The nurse lifts her gaze to mine.

“She cut herself? She wasn’t bleeding because of her pregnancy?”

“No.”

“She must’ve stopped taking her meds, but don’tworry. I’ll find her. And don’t tell anyone a word about this. My family is very well known, and we can’t have this ending up in the papers, okay? I’ll find her and she’ll be safe.”

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