Moss’ pov;
I checked my phone again, although I already knew what I’d see. No missed calls. No text. Nothing.
This was really unlike him. And for some reasons, I didn’t believe that he had disappeared. He was a man of his word, that I knew very much. And he had said that he was done running , then why was it that barely few hours after telling me that, he got into an accident and that was the last anyone’s heard of him.
I believed that this meant one of two things—he was either dead, or he was being held somewhere he couldn’t talk and I was damn sure it was Maldini…..or the masked man he had been communicating with.
And I didn’t believe he was dead.
I rubbed a hand down my face and turned back to the table, where files were spread in. Photos, financial charts, shipping manifests. Mald
