Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride
"I'm sure, sir."
Alexandro walked to his desk, grabbed his laptop, and opened the dark web site with fingers moving quickly. A string of random numbers and letters. Pitch black, white text. He scrolled down, looking for Lucia's name, looking for his wife's photo, looking for the price that had always been displayed there.
Nothing.
Everything was gone.
He searched again. Scrolled slower. Read every line. Every word. Every price.
Nothing.
"Impossible," he muttered.
Marco was silent.