Pauly’s POV.

“Where is she?” There was thunder in my voice, it echoed throughout the home of the Mancini brothers. Bouncing back against their warm walls. The reverberation slamming, hitting me, dead center in the chest.

“You need to watch your tone,” Enzo warns me.

“Don’t. Tell me. To watch my tone.” I didn’t dare to turn to face the eldest Mancini brother. If I did, I feared I’d start a war just with the hate in my eyes.

“Call ...