~Riccardo's POV~
After seven whole hours of calling, searching, raging, and tearing through every contact I had in this city, her name finally flashed on my screen with an incoming call.
I answered before the first ring finished.
"Anne?"
My voice came out rougher than I intended, but it was understandable. I had spent the last seven hours being restless and anxious. My security team had been working overtime, yet they had failed to track her down. Her abductors, whoever they were, were clearly skilled at hiding their tracks. And just thinking about that made me even more terrified than I should be.
"Riccardo…"
Her voice trembled, barely audible. And without needing to see her, I could tell she had been crying, probably for hours now.
"Where are you?" I demanded, already grabbing my keys and coat, striding toward the door. "Tell me right now."
