Lorenzo’s POV
“They are gone.”
Benedetto stood in front of me, frustration written clearly across his face.
“What the hell do you mean, gone?” I asked sharply, making both him and Enzo turn toward me. They had been explaining how they had picked up two kids on the road and brought them here to the hotel where the Summit was being held.
“We found them near the western border,” Enzo said quickly, his tone defensive. “Two kids. Twins. They looked scared and hungry, so we brought them here to figure out who they belonged to.”
“And?” I prompted, my patience already wearing thin.
“They slipped away,” Benedetto admitted, his jaw tightening. “Smart little ones too. Gave us the slip before we could get any answers.”
I folded my arms, irritation simmering beneath the surface. They had brought
