Dante’s POV
"What do you mean he pushed the wedding?" Luca questioned when I got into the car.
"That bastard!" I yelled, slamming my hand against the steering wheel.
"Hey, hey, relax. I’m sure we can figure something out, okay?" Luca tried to assure me, but even I knew we were screwed.
How was I supposed to get Aria and her dad out of that psychopath’s clutches in three weeks?
Could the universe just give me a f*****g break?!
"I think we should reach out to your informants—even if it’s an encrypted message or a meet-up—so they can get back to us on Aria’s state… and maybe her schedule," Luca suggested.
"If he stopped her from using her phone, do you think he’ll let her go out?"
"I mean, he has to, right? The wedding has been pushed forward—there has to be somewhere she’ll go, like
