Pacing the floor, Luke's men watched as he brooded over Claudia, taking off to New York just days before the wedding. When he found she maxed his credit card out, he wasn't too happy about it. The fact was his family had been struggling since his father's illness and they had yet to recover. Most mafia families avoided them and the ones who were still in good standing didn't want to risk any deals. The cartels were all that was keeping them going.
The last cargo shipment being raided by the feds was enough to make him want to run away himself and to a far-off land and never be seen again. He could even picture being on some secluded mountain away from the world and living a hermit's life. No drama, no guns, no murder, and no Claudia Ricci.
Waving his men from the room, he flopped down in a chair by the fireplace, rubbing his temples. "Leave me. I need some space. And for gosh sakes, find out where she is!"
"Yes sir," one of his men nodded, giving the others a glance.
