Chapter 4

Enzo

St. Jude's Cathedral was packed. Flashbulbs went off down the aisles.

I stood near the altar, a velvet ring box heavy in my pocket. This was exactly what I had wanted for three years. Sienna was back, the rival families were uniting, and the press was eating it up.

But I couldn't focus.

My eyes kept cutting to the heavy oak doors at the back of the church. I checked my Rolex again. Where the hell is she?

Marco, my underboss, noticed my pacing. He grabbed my elbow and pulled me out of the camera's view.

"Boss, snap out of it," Marco hissed, keeping a fake smile plastered on his face for the crowd. "You're about to put a ring on Sienna Moretti. The whole East Coast is watching. You can't look like you're at a funeral."

I ignored him, my jaw clenched tight. "Have you seen Serena?"

Marco blinked, genuinely thrown off. "Serena? Are you kidding me, Boss? Who gives a shit where she is right now?"

"Just answer the question," I snapped.

"No, I haven't seen her," Marco said, rolling his eyes. "And honestly, can you blame her? You're marrying the girl she hates. She's probably crying in her room right now. Let it go. You don't need her here for this."

He was right. Logically, it made perfect sense for Serena to skip this.

But a cold spike of panic hit my gut. Serena had never ignored a direct order from me. Never.

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.

Straight to voicemail.

My chest seized. I hung up and immediately opened our text thread, typing fast.

Call me.

Why is your phone off? Are you at the church yet?

If you're pissed about the other night, we can talk about it later. Just show up.

Serena, stop playing games. Answer me. I'm getting worried.

I stared at the screen. No glowing dots. No read receipts. Just dead silence.

The panic spiked. Something was wrong. The air in the cathedral suddenly felt too thin to breathe.

"I need to make a call," I muttered, stepping away from the crowd.

"Enzo, they're about to start the music—" Marco tried, but I cut him off with a hard stare.

I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Serena's college advisor. It rang three times before the professor picked up.

"Professor Davis," I demanded, skipping the pleasantries. "Is Serena with you? Put her on the phone."

There was a brief silence on the line. Then, Davis let out a heavy sigh.

"Put her on?" the professor said, his voice clipped. "Falcone, you really don't know, do you?"

"Cut the shit. Where is she?"

"She left the country. She finalized her transfer to Florence. Her flight took off two hours ago."

Click.

He hung up.

The phone slipped a fraction in my grip. Left the country?

The words didn't compute. My brain stalled. I stared blindly at the marble floor, going totally numb. My fingers shook as I hit redial.

Beep. The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.

Davis had blocked me.

"No... no, no, no," I muttered, my pulse hammering in my ears.

I shoved the phone into my pocket and turned around, heading straight for the side exit.

Marco stepped into my path, his eyes wide. "Boss, where the hell are you going? The priest is literally walking out."

"Get out of my way," I snarled, shoving him hard against the wall. "I'm going back to the estate."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Marco grabbed my shoulder, desperate. "The media is out there! Sienna's family is out there! You walk out now, you start a war!"

"I have to find her! She wouldn't just leave!" I shouted, my control completely snapping.

"Enzo."

The cold, sharp voice cut through the tension.

I froze and looked up. Sienna was standing a few feet away in her white gown. Her face was pale, and her lips were trembling with rage. She had heard everything.

"If you walk out that door today," Sienna said, her voice shaking, "we are done. I will walk away from this alliance, and I will never forgive you."

I knew she was serious. A week ago, losing her would have been my biggest fear.

But today, the only terror suffocating me was the thought of Serena being truly gone.

"Just wait here," I gasped out, my voice ragged. "I just need to check the house. If she's there... I swear to God, I'll come right back."

"Enzo!" Sienna screamed.

I didn't listen. I didn't care about the cameras, the rival bosses, or the ring in my pocket.

I shoved past Marco, threw open the heavy oak doors, and sprinted down the church steps.