Chapter 4

Three days later, I was cooking pasta in the kitchen.

Suddenly, someone started banging hard on the door.

Even the plaster on the walls trembled with each hit.

I turned off the stove and went to open the door.

Lucas stood outside the door.

He was dressed in a black trench coat, his hair tousled, his eyes bloodshot.

A couple of bodyguards stood in the hallway behind him.

Lucas pushed past me and marched straight into the apartment.

He scanned the empty walk-in closet, then glanced at the dressing table, now stripped bare.

His face darkened to the extreme.

"So…