The billionaire Contract Wife

Chapter Two

Renzo

I sat by the window, cleaning my gun. When Leo walked in, it was past eleven. The house was quiet. The only sound that came was that of the guards chit-chatting from outside and the little drizzle of rain.

Leo stood by the door, and for a moment, we didn’t say a word to each other.

“Don’t you knock?” I finally spoke.

His hands rested in his pockets as he pushed himself off the door frame and began walking to where I stood.

“No one knocks on this house, Renzo, you know that.”

“Hm.” I replied as I kept cleaning my gun.

“Don Vartelli wants to see you.”

Without another word, I coupled my gun back together. And then I got up and walked to his study, a part of the house where only a few people were allowed to be.

The door was slightly ajar, and it was something Don Eldo Vartelli did on purpose. He gave this illusion of you being welcomed, but it was also a path to your death, depending on who you are.

I walked in. His study was quiet, dimly lit. He wasn’t sitting on his chair as usual. He stood by the window watching the rain fall.

“Sit,” he said, without turning around to face me.

And I did just that, lowering myself to a chair in front of his table.

When he slowly turned to face me, I saw something in his eyes that I had rarely ever seen—fear.

Don was a man who had made his peace with death. After living six decades, he was one of the most feared men to ever walk the face of the earth. But the fear I saw in his eyes wasn’t him being afraid of his own life, it was for someone else’s.

“Sarah witnessed the death of Senator Donny,” he said, his voice ice-cold.

My heart skipped a painful beat.

“And now, Don Marco’s men are after her. His men had seen her face, and if Regan Ford got involved, they would be able to identify her very fast, and they would execute her.”

He slowly sat on his chair.

Vartelli was a man who carried himself with confidence. He was a man with power and an empire that even the government feared. But he spoke with fear in his voice.

Sarah was his only child. It killed him when she had left. But now, if anything happened to her, he wouldn’t be able to survive it.

He leaned forward.

“Renzo,” he said, my name quietly. “I need you to bring my daughter back.”

I didn’t speak.

He knew the history between Sarah and me. He never spoke of it even once. And now, he was asking me to go get her.

I couldn’t disobey his orders, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure I was the right person for the job.

“Yes, sir,” I replied. “But what if she resists? Don Marco is a dangerous man. If she knew what’s at stake, she wouldn’t resist.”

“Bring her back,” he said firmly. “She can be angry, but at least she’ll be alive.”

One year ago, Vartelli had called me to his office to inform me that Sarah had been living with a man in Rome, a man who worked in finance.

My expression remained the same, but my heart broke into a million pieces. I hadn’t seen her in three years, and now I wasn’t sure exactly how I was going to face her.

“You will be taking the private jet. It leaves by 6 a.m.”

“Yes, sir.”

Without another word, I walked away. I went to my room, packed a small bag and enough ammunition.

Throughout the night, I couldn’t sleep. I had tried to forget Sarah over the years, but everything reminded me of her.

When she wanted to leave, she begged me to come with her. She wanted to start afresh, a new life—but I couldn’t.

Every day, I regret my choice. I should have said yes. Maybe if I had been with her, she wouldn’t be in this much danger.

I arrived at the airstrip before dawn.

The private jet’s engines were already running, the roar cutting through the stillness of the airfield. The sky was still dark, but slowly everything was beginning to brighten.

Leo was already there.

“Be safe,” he said in a low voice. “No mistakes.”

“I don’t make mistakes,” I replied flatly before walking past him and into the private jet.

The cabin was empty, except for me. I sat down, placed my bag on the next seat, and within seconds, we were in the air.

I looked out the window, Moscow disappearing beneath the clouds.

By 10 a.m., I was in Rome.

When I stepped out of the jet, a taxi was already waiting for me. I got in, and the driver handed me a paper. I opened it.

He was from Don.

The man moved in mysterious ways.

The plan was simple: go there, extract her, and leave—whatever it took.

This was the kind of mission that wouldn’t require too much thinking, but when it came to Sarah, my mind wasn’t in the right place.

My heart wouldn’t stop racing.

I kept imagining her expression when she saw me—

Would it be hatred? Disappointment? Or…

I shook my head.

Whatever I was thinking wasn’t important right now.

After about an hour of driving, the taxi stopped in front of an apartment complex.

I got out of the taxi and looked around, my eyes scanning every corner while also checking possible routes in case things didn’t go as planned.

Sarah’s apartment was actually in a good area. Too good.

This was a safe neighborhood—and at the same time, it offered a lot of possible escape routes if I needed them.

I stood in front of her apartment door longer than I had intended. I hesitated so many times, and I wasn’t a man whose hesitation was in his nature. But after about six minutes, I knocked.