{KILLIAN}
My driver pulls up outside Chiara's apartment complex, coming to a stop right in front of the SUV I assigned to Chiara's security team, though they shouldn't still be here.
She should have left for work hours ago.
When she called me this afternoon, something didn't feel right. The call only rang once, not long enough for me to answer and figure out what she needed, and when I tried to call back, the call was disconnected. It could have been put down to her emotions running wild and missing me just as desperately as I've missed her these past few days, but when I checked in with her security detail, no one answered.
My team always answers. Something is wrong.
I've barely stepped out of my car before I notice the dried blood staining the sidewalk, and as sheer panic captures me in a chokehold, I look back toward the SUV parked behind mine.
Fuck.
