**Stefano’s POV**

“Elena. Elena! Talk to me!”

I shouted her name into the phone until my throat ached, but all I heard was static and the distant, lonely whistling of the wind.

Shit!

I stared at the screen, my chest heaving. I had never heard my voice sound like that — thin, desperate, and echoing with a fear that made my blood run cold.

“Boss?” Luca’s voice came from the living room.

I didn't answer. I stormed into my room, my hands shaking so violently I nearly dropped my keys ...