Page 5 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

I open my eyes because there’s noise in the hallway.

“We got something!” Rocco yells as he bursts through the door.

“What is it?” I lift my gaze to him.

“We have this.” He hands me a tablet.

I frown at the screen. Grainy images of a man who resembles Matteo, with a woman. A woman whose face I can’t see but who’s wearing the same clothes as Chiara when I last saw her.

Chiara!

“Where is this?” I jump to my feet.

“Graveyard.” Rocco’s face is serious.

Dread fills my stomach. What? No.

No!

“We have to go there! Now!” I throw the tablet onto the bed and grab my gun off the nightstand.

There’s no time to waste.

“I already sent some—” Rocco says, but I bury my hand in his shirt and yank him toward the door with me.

“Let’s go!” I shout.

If he thinks I’m going to sit here and wait until someone else rescues Chiara, he’s wrong. I’m the one who should be there.

If Matteo wants something, he’ll wait for me. But why choose the graveyard? What if my wife is already dead?

My heart skips a beat. No, I can’t think about it. Matteo must’ve chosen that place because he was sure I’d get the footage from nearby cameras. He knows I’m watching everything I can. It was just an easy way for him to send me a message.

“But you’re not ready—” Rocco starts.

“I’m fine!” I snap.

I’ll be fine when my wife is with me where she belongs.

Unharmed.

I race between the graves because I can see my men standing in a group. A body lies on the ground next to one of the graves. My chest constricts.

“Chiara!” I yell.

Someone grabs me. “Sir! There’s a bomb!”

“What?” I stop and stare at the guy.

“There’s a bomb on the body. If you go any closer, it could get triggered.”

The body. I swallow hard as I take a look. Chiara’s clothes. Dark brown hair just like hers. She’s facedown on the ground.

I can’t see.

I can’t tell if it’s her.

My mind screams that it is.

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