ANTONIO'S POV

At the Hitler's mansion.

I paced back and forth in my office, my mind racing with worry and frustration. It had been a week since my daughter, Melissa, had gone undercover to take down Vincenzo Grant, and I hadn't heard a word from her. No updates, no messages, no nothing. I was starting to get desperate.

Nicholas, my consigliere, entered the room, his expression concerned. "Boss, you've been pacing for hours. What's eating at you?"

I stopped pacing and turned to him, my anger ...