Chapter 83 No Trace

• MATEO
• I could not believe someone had taken my wife from a room full of mafia kings. The thought kept repeating in my head like a bad dream I could not wake up from. My men searched every road leading away from the gala while my allies used their own criminal networks to hunt for the black SUV. The whole city was on lockdown but it felt like we were chasing ghosts. I stood in the security room watching the footage over and over again. Elara’s unconscious body being dragged away. The masked men moving like they had practiced this a hundred times. Someone had planned this for months. They knew exactly when I would leave her side. They knew the layout of the building. They knew how to disappear without a trace. My hands shook with anger as I watched the screen.
• One of my men walked into the room holding something in his hand.