Dos’s Point of View
I didn’t know where to begin.
Where the hell could Daniel have taken her?
For the past week, I hadn’t slept properly. Every hour without June was agony, every minute a blade twisting deeper into my chest. Laz and I scoured every safehouse Daniel once used, every abandoned property under his name, every possible contact he could’ve gone to. And yet—nothing. Not a shadow, not a trace.
The silence was worse than death itself.
“f**k!” I bellowed, slamming the glass in my hand against the wall. The shards shattered into tiny pieces, scattering across the wooden floor of my New York apartment.
My fists trembled. Rage, fear, guilt—everything clawed at me at once.
June was out there. With Daniel. And I couldn’t do a damn thing.
“Calm the f**k down, Dos,” Laz said firmly
