Page 11 of Torn By Fate

Well, most of them anyway.

“Do you want me to keep looking?” Rocco asked.

There was a slow pulse at the center of my chest, right where my scar was. “What do you think she’ll do next?”

He thought about it for a moment, his face moving with something almost like pity in the lines of his mouth. I didn’t know why I asked him that question.

He didn’t know Serafina, not in the ways that mattered.

Rocco hadn’t been here when I married Serafina or during our brief marriage. I had sent him to Canada instead, hunting a man who had stolen several million dollars from one of the Salvatore’s laundering operations before disappearing without a trace.

He thought a new country and identity would keep him alive.

It hadn’t.

Rocco came back two days after I woke up from my coma, so he only knew the shortened version of my marriage to Serafina.

“She’ll keep moving.” He shrugged. “Going to places no one would expect. She’s smart enough to figure out that she can’t stay in one place if she wants to evade the consequences of her actions.”

That I already knew.

Serafina had long realized that staying in one spot for too long would make catching her easier. That was why she kept moving every few days, staying no longer than a week in one particular city.

I trusted Rocco to find her. He knew people; he had eyes and ears in many places, in many countries. I knew he would eventually track her down, and this time, the trail wouldn’t go cold.

But I wasn’t enjoying the thrill of the chase anymore as I stayed sitting in my house, behind these goddamn walls, while my wife was running across continents.

No… this wouldn’t do anymore.

“You can stop the search.”

Rocco’s brow furrowed in confusion. “But—”

“I will find her.” I rolled my head from side to side, the vertebrae in my neck cracking as some of the tension bled away. “It’s been a bit boring staying here while everyone else does the job of finding her. She’s my wife, after all. This is my duty.”

“You’ve been healing.”

I waved a hand dismissively. “I am healed.”

It had been six weeks since Serafina shot me. My heart had stopped once, only briefly… and the doctor kept me under for a week while my body decided whether or not it wanted to continue. Dr. Woods insisted I was incredibly lucky the lack of oxygen hadn’t left me with permanent brain damage after my heart stopped.

As if waking up with a hole through my chest and a wife who wanted me dead qualified as good fortune.

Yeah, lucky… What a fucking joke.

When I woke up, everything had come back to me like a collection of broken clips, a looped tape. The sound of the gunshot, the pain spreading through my chest, the smell of blood.

And the look on Serafina’s face.

Her beautiful, cold hazel eyes.

The slow, merciless smile on her pretty lips.

I remembered how exquisite she looked.

Ethereal and deadly.

“She’s learning fast,” Rocco finally said after a second of silence. He closed the folder. “She paid off a girl in the Tangier market. The girl said she wanted to be invisible.”