Chapter 59
Cristiano
The private jet touched down in Milan just as the sun was setting into its bed. The moment the wheels hit the tarmac, I was already unbuckling my seatbelt. The flight from Germany had been short, but it felt like an eternity knowing that Annalisa was out there—missing, possibly terrified, and in the hands of a man who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.
But the second my feet hit the tarred floor, it was though the world tilted. My vision blurred and a sickening wave of dizziness rolling over me like a bad hangover from hell. I clenched my jaw, forcing my body to stay upright. No, I couldn't feel sick today. Not now. Not when Annalisa was out there, trapped with that bastard.
A firm grip landed on my arm and I didn't need too look before I knew it was
