Alessio’s scream shredded through the van as he slammed his fist into the dashboard, cracking the plastic clean in half. “Fuck!”

Luca’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, his voice shaking. “Boss, talk to me.”

“He’s gone.” Alessio’s chest caved, his lungs refusing to pull in air. “She’s got him.”

“Where?”

“She crushed the comm. I I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.”

Alessio’s hands tore at his hair, his breath a vicious snarl. “She’s going to ...