Me: I’m sorry, zoí mou.
I’m still staring at my phone when Tadd calls.
“Boss,” he grunts out, his breathing heavy. “We’ve got a problem.”
A chill races down my spine.
“What kind of problem?” I growl.
He curses. “A big one.”
“Where. Is. My. Wife?”
A long pause.
“We don’t know. She left the auditorium to go to the bathroom and never came back.”
I pull up the tracker I have on her phone. “It shows she’s on campus. She’s pissed, Tadd. We fought. Find her ass wherever she is hiding and call me. Check the campus coffee shop or the library. I’m on my way.”
Without wasting a second, I haul ass to her school and dial Aris.
“Hey,” he grunts in greeting.
“You heard from Talia?” I demand, pressing my foot down on the accelerator.
“Not since dinner the other night with Selene. Why? She pissed at you again?”
I don’t have time for his taunting shit.
“Can you call her and see if she answers?”
He sobers up. “Is she missing?”
“Went to the bathroom and never came back.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “She wouldn’t just leave. Phoenix?”
I knew adding him as an approved person was a bad idea. “I don’t know. Call him. Find him.”
We hang up, and I try dialing her number. It rings and rings. Next, I call Adrian and send him to the airport since that’s where she first ran off to.
Fuck.
As soon as I pull into the parking lot, I throw my car into park and take off running toward the building. Tadd greets me with a worried expression. Michael is nowhere to be found.
“Where’s Michael?” I demand.
“Checking the school again.”
“And you’re sitting out here with your thumb up your ass?”
He frowns. “I was waiting for you.”
If I wasn’t worried about my damn wife, I’d cut this lazy dumbass’s throat.
“Go get in your fucking car and find my wife,” I snarl. “Your neck depends on it.”
He gives me a clipped nod and runs off. Michael comes out of the building holding a young woman by her arm. Her eyes are wild when she sees me.
“Tell him,” Michael barks at the girl.
She flinches and stammers, “I, uh, before rehearsal, she was crying. She was upset.”
I already fucking know that. I pissed her off.
“And?” I snap.
“Uh,” she whimpers. “She kept saying she just needs to see her mom.”
My blood runs cold. She wouldn’t just bail on me. Not now. Not with all the people who could hurt her. She knows better than this. Right?
“She seemed really upset,” she says, “and then she grabbed her purse to go to the bathroom. Never came back. I thought she went home for the day.”
I turn my glare on Michael. “You were to watch her every move. What the fuck were you two doing?”
“Jesus, boss,” Michael grunts. “We didn’t follow her into the bathroom. We stayed in the auditorium. The bathroom was just outside the doors.”
I’ll deal with these two pussies later once I’ve found Talia.
I will find Talia. I always do.
I pull the tracker app back up on my phone to check it again. “It still shows she’s on campus.” What the fuck? Did she leave her phone here? “Go check every damn classroom, every bathroom. That phone is somewhere on this damn campus. Find it. Find her.”
My phone rings, and I answer it on the first ring. “What?”
“I asked Selene if she’s spoken to Talia,” Aris grits out. “Fuck. She’s worried about her. She said last night in the middle of the night, she called asking to borrow some money. I didn’t even know Selene left my villa to meet her with the money.” And I didn’t know Talia left ours. Fuck.
“Money for what?”
“Selene said she seemed as though she had her mind made up about something. She lent her the money and didn’t think much of it until I called.”
“So you’re saying she willingly left me?” I growl into the phone.
Aris sucks in a sharp breath. “You and I both know we can’t go on that assumption.”
The line goes quiet before he lets out another heavy sigh.
“Some of the men at the hotel said they heard Estevan Galani finally recovered from what you did to him on your honeymoon and is here in town.” Aris huffs. “What if…”
My blood turns ice cold.
I knew I should have killed that motherfucker.
“If he has her,” I rumble out, “he’s a dead man.”
“Kostas, if he has her, she’s a dead woman.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I have to find her.
Her life may depend on it.
To be continued in the epic conclusion of the Truths and Lies Duet…
Stolen Lies
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Consequences by Camila Cabello
The Scientist by Coldplay
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Stay by Rihanna
Back to You by Louis Tomlinson
Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello
Love on the Brain by Rihanna
Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld
The Monster by Eminem
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