Roberto
The shrill ring of the phone dragged me out of a dream that felt too good to end. I blinked, disoriented, but the warmth at my side anchored me back to reality. Kylie, nestled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I brushed a lock of her hair back, savoring the softness of it against my fingers. She was mine now, my wife, a choice I made on impulse but never once regretted.
The phone rang again, cutting through the peace, pulling me away from the moment. I groaned and reached for the nightstand, answering without checking the screen. “What?”
“Where the hell are you?”
Liam. His voice was sharp, almost frantic. I nearly told him to mind his own business, but the urgency in his tone stopped me. “My apartment. What’s going on?”
“Get your ass here now. Sophia’s gone.”
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