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AUTHOR’S POV
The tension in Luciano’s study was suffocating. The air was thick with his rage, his frustration, his desperation. Two days. Two f*****g days since Adeline had disappeared, and he was unraveling by the second.
His usually calculated mind—his greatest weapon—felt clouded with a storm of emotions he couldn’t control.
He had spent years mastering the art of dominance, of always being three steps ahead. But now? Now he felt like he was walking blindly into the unknown, and it was driving him insane.
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his pulse a violent drum against his skin. He couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her face—the way she looked at him the last time he saw her.
Furious.
Determined.
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