The tension in the De Luca's mansion could be sliced with a knife. Alessio stood by the large window, arms folded, eyes scanning the grounds with an expression that teetered between fury and fear.
Carlo entered without knocking.
“She’s not home,” he said flatly.
Alessio’s voice dropped, dangerous and cold. “Who?”
“Gabriela. I checked her room, the garden, and the west wing. Nothing. I asked one of the maids. They said she left a couple of hours ago. With Stella.”
Alessio’s eyes darkened. “With Stella?”
“Yes, boss. The guards thought she had your permission.”
Alessio turned fully now. “And they’re both missing?”
Carlo nodded. “I sent two men to check the nearby blocks. Nothing yet.”
Alessio slammed his hand down on the table beside him, making the vase rattle. “Traitors in my own w
