Fabrizio’s POV
The frustration is unbearable. Every lead, every step I’ve taken, has brought me nothing but dead ends. I can feel the rage burning inside me, coiled tight in my chest, threatening to tear me apart. The warehouse was empty. Another ghost. Another waste of time. And while I’m out here, she’s still out there—hurt, vulnerable, in their hands.
The thought makes me want to break something, to unleash the fury that’s been simmering beneath the surface since the moment I realized she was gone. I don’t have the luxury of losing control right now. I need to stay focused. I need to find her.
I grip the steering wheel harder, the leather creaking under my fingers as I push the car through the night. The city passes in a blur of lights and shadows, but none of it matters. Nothing ma
