Falling in Love with my Husband

Missing

"We will go together." Luke grabbed her by the arm again. Luke’s grip on her arm was unyielding as he dragged her toward the door, his pace quick and deliberate. Gemma tried to pull away, frustration bubbling up as she resisted, her feet dragging across the floor.

“I can walk myself,” she snapped, trying to wrench her arm free from his iron hold.

Luke’s response was nothing short of mocking. He chuckled darkly, tightening his grip with an ease that left her feeling helpless. “You mean run away, right? You don’t get to just walk away from this. Not now.”

Gemma’s chest tightened as he practically dragged her down the hallway, the air thick with the tension of her inner struggle. She could feel the anger rising inside her, the need to break free from his control. Her thoughts flashed to Gabriella, her sister, the one who’d caused this mess in the first place. If she hadn’t gotten mixed up in this deal, none of this would have happened.

Under her breath, Gemma muttered the words she hadn’t let herself say aloud. “I am going to kill Gabriella.”

Luke stopped in his tracks, and for a brief moment, she thought he might release her. But then he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a chill through her bones.

“Not if I get to her first,” he said, his voice cold and menacing, his grip still firm on her arm.

His words hit her like a physical blow. A shiver crawled down her spine, a cold dread settling deep in her stomach. Was he serious? Could he really harm Gabriella? The thought sent a wave of panic through her, but more than that, it made her question who Luke really was.

Who was this man?

Her thoughts spiraled in confusion. He was ruthless, and he clearly had the power to back up his threats. And yet… something about the way he said it, with that cold confidence, unsettled her even more. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. He meant every word.

She tried to shake off the creeping fear that threatened to take over. What mess did Gabriella get herself into? What had she gotten me into? Gemma’s mind raced, but she had no answers. She didn’t know how deep her sister had fallen into this world, or how much danger they were really in. And now she was caught in the middle of it, being dragged along by a man who seemed to know far more than he was willing to reveal.

The weight of the situation was crushing, the uncertainty gnawing at her insides. But one thing was clear—this was no longer just about her sister. Luke had drawn her into something far darker than she had anticipated, and she had no idea how to get out of it.

The thought of facing Gabriella, of dealing with whatever mess her sister had caused, was daunting. But the real question was: Was she already in too deep to escape?

Luke’s voice pulled her back to reality. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone clipped and impatient as he started pulling her toward the car again.

Gemma stumbled in his wake, still reeling from the conversation, from the way his words echoed in her mind. She was in a mess of her own now, and for the first time, she wasn’t sure how she’d ever get out.

Gemma shot Luke a sharp look as he practically shoved her into the car. She was fuming now, the frustration building as he not only controlled the situation but also treated her like a child. She thought for a moment that maybe this would be just a quick drive—somewhere local—but the way he was acting, it seemed like something far more intense was unfolding.

“Where are we going?” she demanded, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and uncertainty. “Do you even know where my sister is?”

Luke didn’t seem phased by her tone. In fact, he was eerily calm as he slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine with practiced ease. “I do,” he said, his voice low and assured. “We’re on our way to the airport.”

The words hit Gemma like a punch to the gut. The airport? Her mind raced.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Luke was already reaching across her, his hand strong and unrelenting as he pulled the seat belt across her chest.

“I’m not a child,” Gemma snapped, her face flushed with frustration. “I can put on my own seatbelt.”

Luke didn’t respond right away, but his eyes flicked toward her for a split second, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. “You’ll do as I say.”

Her pulse quickened as she watched him secure the seatbelt, his fingers brushing dangerously close to her skin. She didn’t know if it was the control he wielded over her or the way he seemed to anticipate her every move, but something about it all unsettled her.

Gemma’s anger flared, but she bit her tongue, realizing it was futile to resist. She had no idea what kind of game he was playing, but she knew it wasn’t going to be over anytime soon.

The car roared to life, and they pulled away from the hotel, the sound of the engine overpowering her thoughts. But one thing was certain—whatever Luke’s plans were, she was a part of them now.

She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her gaze out the window. The airport. That could mean anything. It could mean a flight, it could mean some deal was going down, or maybe it was simply a trap. But there was one thing she was sure of—whatever it was, it was beyond her control.

And that thought terrified her.

As the car sped toward the airport, Gemma’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last. The tension in the air was thick, and she could feel the weight of it pressing down on her chest. Her eyes remained fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, but her ears were tuned to Luke’s every movement.

She hadn’t realized how quiet it had gotten until Luke broke the silence, his voice low and commanding as he spoke into his phone. Gemma shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing at him. His focus seemed entirely on the call, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was always in control, always a few steps ahead of her.

"Find her," Luke said, his voice sharp. "I need her location. Right now."

Gemma tensed, hearing the cold, authoritative tone in his voice. Her location. The words echoed in her mind, making her stomach churn. It was clear he wasn’t playing around. He was determined to track down her sister, and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

She tried to calm herself, but the unease was growing by the second. Where was Gabriella? Why was Luke so sure he could find her so easily?

Luke’s next words only deepened the pit in her stomach. “Yes, I’ll be at the airport soon. I want her found, and I want her found fast. No more games.”

Gemma’s heart skipped a beat as she realized the seriousness of the situation. This wasn’t just about a marriage, about money. This was about something much darker, and her sister was tangled up in it.

Luke hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number, his eyes still on the road. He spoke with the same cool, efficient tone.

Gemma swallowed hard, the growing fear gnawing at her. Gabriella was already on the run? The thought hit her like a freight train.

Luke hung up again, his expression hardening. He glanced over at her, but his gaze was unreadable.

“She’ll be found,” he said, his voice low. “And when she is, you’ll finally get the answers you’re looking for.”

Gemma didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure if she wanted the answers anymore. What if the truth was something she wasn’t ready to hear? What if her sister had been involved in something so dangerous that it was too late to fix?

She turned her gaze out the window again, her thoughts spinning out of control. She wasn’t sure if she was prepared for what was coming, but she knew one thing for sure: it was too late to back out now.

Luke was on a mission, and whatever mess Gabriella had gotten herself into, it had already dragged Gemma in too.