Page 333 of Valentino

I drop my head, overwhelmed with emotion.

“Okay.” I suck in air. “Focus.”

My phone beeps a text.

Giuliano.

Good news.

We’ve hacked the security system.

She wasn’t taken, she left of her own free will.

She got on a bus out the front of the airport.

“Thank fuck.” Relief washes over me.

My elbows rest on my knees and I drop my head, my heart beats hard against my chest. I’m panting and wet with perspiration.

She’s just angry.

I tip my head back to the sky. “Thank you. She’s just angry.”

Wait….

She’s angry.

This doesn’t help my situation of keeping her safe, I need to get her and bring her home.

Right now.

I run to the elevator, ride it to the ground and get back into my Ferrari.

Studying the AirTag map, I zoom in…okay, I need to get on the A1 highway.

I watch the dot for a moment, it’s moving way too fast for her to be on a bus.

She’s in an Uber or a cab.

I frown.

“Where is she going?”

I pull out into the traffic. “I’m coming, babe. Hold on, I’m coming.”

Forty-five minutes later….

I pull the car over on the side of the highway so that I can study the map, I zoom in again.

Where the fuck is she going?

I enlarge the map to see what’s up ahead.

Piacenza

“What the hell is going to that town for?” I frown. “Doesn’t make any sense.”

I pull back out onto the road. “I guess it’s as good a place as any to hide from me.” I imagine her face when she realizes I had a tracker on her and I bite my lip to stifle my smile. She’s going to lose her fucking shit.