~NERO.
I woke up to find her place beside me on the bed empty. Her spot on the bed was still warm, though. I sprang to my feet; every twinkle of sleep flew out of my eyes.
Grabbing my phone, I threw on some flannel within arm’s reach and raced out of my rooms and down the stairs.
The thought she might have run off crossed my mind, but I pushed it off. The damned woman cared more about her kids than her own life.
If not, why else would she agree to marry me aside from my money, and Amara was certainly not the materialistic type I knew.
Life as a ruthless Mafia El-Capo had trained me to be a very good judge of people.
Speaking of leaving without her kids, where were my children?
I turned on my phone to check the time.
10:15 a.m.
“Púta,” I cursed myself in Italian.
I have never slep
