Fabrizio’s POV
The bracelet is still in my hand, the cold metal biting into my palm, but my mind is racing. She was here. Recently. And now, she’s gone again. The thought twists in my gut like a knife, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. Not when everything around me is starting to fall apart.
I slip the bracelet into my pocket, my heart pounding in my chest as I turn to Rocco. “Find out where they took her. Now.”
Rocco nods, already pulling out his phone, but there’s something in his expression that makes my pulse quicken. He hesitates, glancing at me before speaking into the phone, his voice low and tense.
“What is it?” I demand, my voice sharp. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Rocco looks up, his eyes shadowed with something I haven’t seen in him before—hesitation. “We’ve got a pro
