Sebastian Volkov's POV
Two months. Sixty-one days chasing a ghost.
If someone had told me six months ago that a woman would be able to bypass my security systems, vanish from my property without a trace, and keep me on edge across continents, I would have killed them for being an i***t.
But reality had slapped me in the face. Gianna Rossi was gone, and with her, the only shred of control I had left in this damned world.
At first, when my men found nothing near the docks, I thought it would be a matter of hours. "She's a scared girl," I kept telling myself at night, trying to quell the simmering fury that was burning inside me. "She doesn't have enough money, she doesn't have contacts abroad, she doesn't know how the underworld works. She'll make a mistake." Every phone call I received
