Dos’s Point of View
“I might know where she is.”
The words dropped like poison in the air. My entire body froze mid-step, muscles locked as if chains had wrapped around me. My fists clenched on instinct, veins bulging, and I swear I could hear the rush of blood pounding violently in my ears.
What the f**k is this bastard playing at?!
Slowly—deliberately—I turned to face him. My gaze was like ice, sharp enough to cut. And Boss Roman… he knew it. He knew that the moment June’s name entered this conversation, I wasn’t the man he could toy with.
Because when it comes to June, I don’t f*****g joke around.
“What did you just say?” My voice came out flat, cold, stripped of all humanity. The ache in my ribs, the sting of fresh cuts, the burning of grazed bullet wounds—none of it mattered. Pa
