Author POV

Xander paced back and forth in his private study like a trapped animal.

His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached. His fists opened and closed over and over again as restless fury burned through his veins. Every second that passed without news of Giovanni felt like another knife carving into his chest.

His man stood in front of him, head bowed.

“I tried, boss,” the man said carefully. “I followed every trail I could. I checked all the private routes Henry could have used. I ...