Dante

I paced back and forth in my office, with my boots thudding against the polished wood floor. Hours had passed since Valeria escaped, and my men were out there, searching every hospital and street in the city. Still, they’d found nothing. My hands clenched into fists, and my chest burned with rage. Why had she run? After everything, why would she do this? Part of me worried, too—what if someone else got to her first? Rivals like the Domingos would love to use her against me. The ...