A mafia heir's betrayal shatters his bride-to-be on the eve of their wedding, and then she disappears without a trace. As the crime family scrambles to find her, the truth behind her vanishing threatens to upend everything he thought he controlled.
Emma, stop making a scene. Stop making a scene. Blood was still dripping down my neck. To them, I was just demanding too much.
Eight years ago, Ethan handed me bubbles and said he would protect me. Now, he ordered his men to drag him away. Bubba's fought back, keeping his eyes locked on me.
Nobody asked if my head hurt. I looked at Ethan. If I was the one who needed protecting today, would you even remember I'm your He didn't answer.
I walked toward the exit alone. Behind me, bubbles barking faded into the hallway. Across the street, headlights on an unmarked car flashed on. Behind the tinted glass was the crest of the family that kidnapped me eight years
Rain poured outside the hospital. I walked toward the curb alone. My headwind was still bleeding, but I didn't care to look back. All these years, I was terrified of asking for too much.
Wanting my friends to remember my coffee was being sensitive. Wanting to sit next to my fiancé was being difficult. Wanting to keep my own wedding was jealousy. Wanting to keep my protection dog was making a scene.
I backed down, inch by inch, yet they never made room for me. The black car roared to life. It charged straight at me. I recognized the crest on the passenger door.
The family that tried to kidnap me eight years ago finally found me unprotected. The headlights rushed closer. I couldn't move in time. A familiar bark cut through the rain.
He broke away from Ryan, bolding into the street. The next second, he slammed into me. I crashed onto the curb. The car roared past.
Bubbles didn't clear the lane.