Chapter 2 BOSS SHE HAS BEEN FOUND

ALEXANDRO'S POINT OF VIEW

"Boss, she has been found," the investigator said over the phone.

I stayed silent as I swirled the ball pen in his hand. She has been found? After months of fruitless searching? I was finally going to get back my son. And her too, of course.

"Forward the information of her whereabouts to my email. I will send your payment balance and a generous tip after now," I finally said.

After the call ended, I walked to the wine bar and poured myself a glass. The buzzing of my phone alerted me of the arrival of the email. I took hold of my phone as I perused the content.

"A ranch in France?" I gasped as I thought of my heir living in some poverty-stricken ranch. How much that little girl would not cease to amaze me.

Quickly, I dialed the number of my bodyguard.

"Alberto, we will be leaving for the address I'm about to send to you, first thing tomorrow morning. Treat this matter with urgency."

My second call was to my pilot to get my private jet ready for the next day. After the numerous calls, I was beginning to feel like I was going on a kidnapping mission. Well, on the contrary, I was going to bring my wife and son home.

A damn ranch! I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress the rage growing inside of me. She was raising my son on a ranch, while she fed horses. Who was looking after my son while she tended to those four–legged animals?

Cristina was a calm, quiet and loving young lady. She was as open as a book, so easy to read. Who would have thought that she could abscond with my unborn child without a notice?

I had chosen her because of those qualities, over all the daughters of noblemen that had presented themselves to me. I had given her everything that would keep any woman basking in contentment.

Immense wealth, a luxurious home, closet filled with the finest of dresses, shoes, jewelries, and perfumes. Yet, what was the reward for my generosity? She had run away with my child. Quiet women indeed need to be watched.

Sighing heavily, I drew my thoughts away from my fugitive little, cunning wife. I spent the remaining hour at work, going through paperwork.

Soon, it was closing time. I cleared my table as I picked up my briefcase and walked out of my office. I locked it firmly before getting into my private elevator, and it let me out at the reception area. I walked out to my private parking lot and Jared, my driver, was already waiting.

"Good day, Boss,"

I nodded and got into the car as he drove home. At home, I alighted from the car and walked into my sprawling building. It was one of the best, if not the best house in my hometown, Veneto.

Inside, I got to my room and stripped off my clothing. I walked into the bathroom and had a long, cool shower. Returning to the room, I slipped into a casual outfit before walking over to my study. There, I rang the kitchen, asking that my dinner be brought to my study.

A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. On my permission, the maid walked in, bearing a tray that had my dinner and a bottle of limoncello.

After she left, I uncovered the food and sighed in contentment at the sight before me. Food was one of my favorite things.

Dinner was a seafood dish– fruitti di mare, which is made with various fresh seafood, tomatoes, and garlic.

After eating, I had the limoncello before immersing myself in the paperwork stacked on the table. My life has always been that way. The same routine, work, a few events and time with the family as much as I can.

A few hours later, I glanced at the clock and decided it was time to retire to bed if I wanted to rise early for my journey to France. I stood up and made my way out of the office, not without ringing the kitchen to ask them to come take out the dishes.

As soon as my body touched the king-sized bed, I gave way to sleep. I woke up the next morning and immediately prepared for my journey. With one glance at the mirror, I walked out of the room.

I got into the waiting car as it sped towards the airport. On arrival, I was led to my waiting jet by Jared. I took my seat and Massimo, my pilot, began the journey.

The journey to France would take approximately one hour and thirty minutes. To kill boredom, I indulged myself in reading the political magazine Jared provided me with.

We soon arrived and Massimo landed on the spacious Ranch ground. I scoffed in disbelief, as I got out and looked over the large mass of land. Contrary to what I had envisaged, the ranch was quite spacious and rich looking. Well, it still doesn't justify Cristina raising my heir in it.

With determined strides, I walked with Jared and Massimo behind me as I knocked on the door of the bungalow. An elderly woman opened the door, and she gasped immediately when she saw me. She recognized me, I presumed.

"Come on in," she said, after regaining her composure.

"I'm afraid, I'm not here for that. I want to see my wife and son," I said, making no attempt to hide the anger in my tone.

"I knew you would find her one day," she said, and then turned to point at a much smaller bungalow, "That's her house over there. I'm afraid I can't come with you because I need to take my meds,"

"You don't have to worry. Thank you for your cooperation," I said and walked towards the house.

I knocked on the door, and after months of not seeing her, I came face to face with my wife. My eyes darkened, as I saw the baby carrier strapped to her chest. That was my heir in it.

She gave a low, terrified scream as she attempted to shut the door, but I was fast enough to stop her with my leg placed on the door.

"Don't you dare, Signora," I ordered defiantly.

Reluctantly, she let me in and I shut the door behind us. I cast an angry look at the room as I settled on the couch. I couldn't believe she would raise my son in a place like this.

I watched her as she unstrapped the baby carrier to breastfeed my son. Our little scuffle must have scared the little one because he began to wail loudly. I smiled subconsciously in pride. He was a true Piero.

"You do realize that you and my son are coming back with me to Italy, right?" I suddenly asked, after a few minutes of silence.

"Please, Alexandro. I do not want to go back with you..."

I quickly interrupted her, "You do not have a choice, Signora. Denying me the liberty to see my flesh and blood is enough atrocity committed by you, do not add to the list by defying my order," I said, frowning.

She went mute and focused on feeding my son.

"Once you are done feeding him, we are heading back to Italy. There, you will have your punishment,"

I saw her cringe in fright. The hell? Did she think I was going to let her off the hook so easily?

"Can I at least park our things?" She asked with imploring eyes.

I scanned the room briefly with my eyes and shook my head, "There is no need for that. Everything you have here will be replaced,"

The little one was now kicking his legs up in the air as he attempted to dig his tiny hands in his mother's hair. I smiled yet again. A true Piero he is.

After she was done feeding him, she strapped him back in the baby carrier as I led her out. Her aunt was waiting outside, and I gave them the privacy to talk to each other for the last time. After they were done, I led her to the waiting jet.

We were soon on-board, and the jet took off.

"Alexandro, I do not want to go back to the grand house at Veneto. Please take me and Jnr to the house at Lombardy," she suddenly said.

I looked up from the magazine I was pretending to read and cast her a blank look, "You do not have a say, Cristina," and without another word, I returned my attention to the magazine.