Dante

I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, while my heart pounded with a mix of rage and worry. Valeria had been gone for over a day, and every lead my men chased led back to nowhere. I couldn’t stay in the mansion, pacing and waiting for Nico to call me with news. I had to act.

I didn’t tell anyone where I was headed—not even Nico. I just got in the car and drove, my jaw tight, my thoughts a mess. She was out there, maybe hurt, maybe taken. The idea of ...