Fabrizio’s POV
Every lead I’ve followed has brought me closer, but it’s not enough. Not yet. I can feel the tension rising inside me, twisting tighter with every passing second. My men have been working nonstop, and yet the answers keep slipping through our fingers like sand.
I slam my fist into the dashboard of the car as we speed through the streets, my knuckles aching from the impact. The anger is boiling over, the frustration eating away at me with every failed attempt to find her. I should be there by now. I should’ve had her back.
But I’m not giving up. I can’t.
Rocco’s voice breaks the silence in the car, low but urgent. “Boss, we’ve got a break.”
I look over at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “Talk.”
He glances at his phone, scrolling through the information. “Our sourc
