(VALENTINO'S POV)
The crowd is screaming like the world is ending.
Fireworks explode above the stadium, lighting up the night sky in violent bursts of blue and gold. Adrianna Jackson takes her final bow somewhere out there on that stage, soaking in the worship of ninety thousand people who have no fucking idea what almost went down tonight.
My eyes are already scanning the crowd, straight to the V.I.P section across from us.
The seat where Adrianna's husband was sitting is empty.
"Fuck," I mutter.
"Aaron's gone," I say, turning to the others.
Krystal turns to me, panic flashing across her face. Raffaele straightens immediately, checking for himself. Angelo swears under his breath.
"We need to move," Raffaele growls. "Now."
I tap my earpiece. "Alessandra, Adrianna's headed backstage and we're going after her. I want everyone back there."
Sandra replies instantly. "Copy that. We're on our way."
We don't wait for the applause to die down.
