Chapter 11 - THE HUNT
The estate went into immediate lockdown.
Within an hour, twenty armed guards were patrolling the perimeter.
Luca was in his study, pacing behind his desk. Marcus stood by the door, looking grim.
"He made a deal," Marcus explained. "Anthony flipped on the Russians. He gave the Feds everything they needed to take down the eastern seaboard syndicate. In exchange, they put him in witness protection."
"He's not hiding," Luca snapped. "He's stalking my fiancée."
I looked down at the diamond ring on my left hand, a recent addition that I hadn't had a chance to show anyone outside the family yet.
"We'll find him, boss," Marcus promised.
"I don't just want him found, Marcus," Luca said softly, his voice echoing with the dark ruthlessness of his past. "I want him erased."
For the next three days, I didn't leave the house.
I tried to act brave, but every time I looked out the window, I imagined Anthony hiding in the trees.
On the fourth night, a massive thunderstorm rolled over Chicago.
I was sitting in the library, trying to read by the fire. Luca had stepped out to take a call from his informants.
Suddenly, the lights flickered. Then, they went out completely.
The house was plunged into pitch darkness.
"Luca?" I called out.
No answer.
I stood up, pulling my phone from my pocket to use the flashlight.
As the beam illuminated the hallway, I saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor.
Wet clothes. Messy hair.
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He was holding a crowbar.
"Hello, Emily," Anthony whispered.
