“Allister.” Christian’s cold tone crept through the line.
“Find my wife,” I rasped. “She has a bank account downtown. She’s either been there or will be soon.” I gritted my teeth before adding, “And then most likely the bus station.”
Two quiet moments passed.
“Give me an hour.”
He hung up, and I slipped my phone into my pocket. I still held hers in my other hand, and before I knew it, it was flying across the room and hitting the wall.
“Fuck!”
I swept all the decanters off the bar before pushing the entire thing over. Glass shattered and skidded across the hardwood. The strong smell of liquor hit my nose as the liquid spread to my boots. Bitterness bit into my chest. I ran my hands through my hair and let a dangerous calm settle over me.
Crazy, she called me.
She had no idea how goddamn crazy I could be.
I’d give Christian an hour before I started tearing this city apart piece by piece.
The flames flickered and crackled in the fire pit. I sat on the edge of my seat, my elbows on my knees and a steady burn radiating in my chest. I heard the back door slam shut but didn’t look up. I didn’t even remember what I’d texted Luca earlier, but he’d gone inside without a word when he got here a few minutes ago.
“A little warm for a fire,” he commented, sitting in a lawn chair across from me.
I didn’t respond, just watched the blaze eat the pink fabric alive.
“Burning her clothes already?”
Using the poker, I pushed the Yankees shirt further into the flames.
“Look, Ace, I know you’re pissed right now—” He paused when I shot him a dark look. “But she left all her pink clothes here—”
“Shut up, Luca,” I snapped. I didn’t want to hear his stupid theories about why she left. I didn’t fucking care. No, that wasn’t true—I cared so much it pissed me the fuck off.
He put his hands up but opened his mouth again. “Just don’t see a girl like her leaving her family behind, is all.”
“She’s done it before.”
He shook his head. “She wasn’t running. She didn’t even leave the city.”
I let out a bitter laugh when I realized it made more sense that she would stay for her family than she ever would for me.
“You’re not thinking with your head, Ace. Fuck, walk in your house.”
Been there. That’s why I was sitting out here.
My narrowed gaze found his. “Why are you sticking up for her?”
“I’m not. She’s making me wear a fucking pink tie to your wedding.” He grimaced. “Once her papà finds out you lost her, she knows it’ll get violent. She’s not dumb. I’m just putting the facts together and it doesn’t add up.”
It made perfect sense to me. That stupid ring. How tense she’d gotten this morning. She loved some other man and had left everything behind to be with him. My throat tightened, a hollow fucking feeling unfurling in my chest.
“Two million, Luca. Explain that.”
He was silent.
I gazed into the flames. I didn’t know what I would do when I found her, but Luca was right. My head wasn’t on straight concerning her. She’d always be my wife, but I didn’t need to be in this deep, especially when she wasn’t.
My phone rang, and I picked it up.