The Mafia Heir’s Runaway Mistress Chapter 07

The Mafia Heir’s Runaway Mistress Chapter 07

Lorenzo’s POV

Elena hadn’t said goodnight on Signal.

That wasn’t like her.

Even on busy shoot days, she’d send a few voice messages-rambling about little things, nothing

important.

I rarely listened. Usually, I’d just skim the text preview.

But that night, my phone was far too quiet.

I assumed the flu had left her exhausted and didn’t think much of it.

The next day was the same. And the next.

Autumn arrived late in Florida.

Outside the window, red and green maple leaves painted the landscape in overlapping colors.

Tony stood beside my desk, reporting on business matters.

Then he asked, “A few brands have been asking-should we send Miss West her new fall pieces?”

I leaned back and gave a dismissive nod. “Mm.”

Then, after a beat, Tony added, his tone careful.

“There are also maternity and baby items scheduled for delivery. Should those go to the villa as

well?”

That was for next spring.

Actually, I didn’t care much whether the child stayed or not.

At the end of the day, it was just a tool to provoke Sienna:

But when those specific, ordinary items were suddenly mentioned, something unfamiliar tightened around my chest.

My child.

My throat bobbed. “Send them over.”

After a moment, I picked up my phone and sent her an iMessage. Told her to put the rugs back

down.

I wasn’t the thoughtful type, but I remembered she always walked around barefoot.

So I added another line: [It’s cold. Wear more.]

By the fifth night, the thread was still dead silent. No reply.

That had never happened before.

I rubbed at my temple, a strange weight settling over me.

Was she upset?

The very thought felt absurd. Almost laughable.

For five years, Elena had been as gentle and obedient as a cat.

I’d never considered it necessary to explain anything to her.

The leaked prenatal records had happened with my approval.

The online controversy had my fingerprints all over it too.

All of it was just to get word to Sienna. To see if she still cared about the spot beside me.

Elena took what people said to heart. She’d barely slept during that whole stretch.

She worked hard, but her acting never quite measured up.

Was that it? Was that why she was upset?

I didn’t see it as something worth getting angry about.

Tony’s phone call interrupted my thoughts.

His tone was unusually cautious.

“Mr. De Luca, the clothing and baby supplies have all been delivered, but… no one answered the

door.”

That wasn’t so strange. She’d said she was staying in Boston for a bit.

Then Tony went on. “Security said Miss West took the cat with her when she left. The injured one.”

The injured cat.

The words immediately caught my attention.

Elena was almost obsessively protective of that animal.

Whenever she traveled, she’d hire someone specifically to care for it.

“Security also said the cat fell from the twelfth-floor balcony two weeks ago.”

“Only survived because it got caught in a tree on the way down.”

Two weeks ago. Right around the time Sienna flew back to New York.

The unease coiled tighter.

“Pull the footage.” My voice came out cold.

“I want to know exactly what happened to that cat.”