His Mafia Prince

[TYLER] It takes a few minutes before I call out to Sasha again. "Baby, did you get lost?" I shout, amused, but there’s no response. "Sasha?" I try again. Nothing. I turn to the tour guide. "You need to get those lights on now," I tell him. "If my husband has been hurt, I am going to sue your ass, and your

company’s ass, and this whole damn country’s ass into oblivion."

"It will be best if we stay here," the tour guide assures me, as though he just didn’t hear me threaten legal action. "The lights will come back on any moment, signore."

"If you think I’m gonna—" I start, but with several loud thunks, the lights come back on. The tour guide, who can see my furious face more clearly now, takes a step back.

I turn my attention to where I last saw Sasha, calling out for him again. I’m starting to worry that he tripped over something in the dark, maybe knocked himself unconscious. The last thing he needs is to get hurt again—and if I make him go to the hospital, which I will, he’s going to be really mad. "Sasha!" I try again, jogging up the stairs on the other side.

He was definitely on this side. Wasn’t he?

I look over to the other side, but I know he was here. He was right here...

My stomach goes cold and I turn around and around, trying to catch sight of him, calling out his name.

"Please, signore!" the tour guide pants at me. He’s heaving himself up the stairs to join me. "Please, stop screaming. You are worrying the others in the group."

"Fuck the others in the group," I say, and shake off the restraining hand on my arm. "Sasha!"