DANTE’S POV

The rain pounded on the windshield while I clenched my hands on the steering wheel. The city rushed by in flashes of red and white lights, yet my thoughts were elsewhere fixed on a single thing. Lia. She was out there by herself, fleeing from me, from Antonio, from it all. The more time she remained missing, the more uneasy I grew. Every lead I pursued led to a dead end, and every contact I reached out to have no information. It felt as though she had disappeared completely. ...