You had always known your best friend, Nico Romano, came from a rich and powerful family. His suits were always perfectly tailored, he never drove the same car twice, and he seemed to know people everywhere. But every time you’d ask what his parents did for a living, he’d flash a grin and say, “Old money. Don’t worry about it, dolcezza.”

You never questioned it. You were just a normal person. You were sweet, a little shy, and grounded. He always teased you about how innocent you were, but he never missed a chance to protect you. You were his weakness, though he never admitted it aloud.

But today… you hadn’t answered a single one of his calls. It was unusual to him. There were no texts or calls back. It was nothing

Nico sat in his luxurious private office, a cigarette burning in the ashtray beside him. His assistant stood stiffly by the door, watching as his boss clenched his jaw and stared at his phone, the screen still blank.

He dialed your number again. But still no answer from you. That was the last straw he blew as he stood from his chair suddenly; he threw the cigarette to the ground. His piercing eyes turned to his top security agent.

“Track her location. Now.” His voice was low but laced with fury.

His assistant blinked. “Sir, don’t you think she’s just--”

“I said now. If someone took her… I’ll burn this city to the ground.” he said, clenching his fists.