Dante's POV
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race wildly in my chest. No, Alora couldn’t have escaped this dungeon. No one could get past it. Unless maybe the men who brought her here were the ones working with her. Maybe they let her go somehow.
"Marco," I barked into the phone. "Get me the men who were supposed to lock Alora up."
"Yes, don."
In no time at all, the two men were brought in front of me, their hands bound. Marco and Vittoria stood behind me, and the two men, almost completely naked, were tied to the poles. I could see the fear in their eyes.
"So, men, where is the girl?" I asked coldly.
"I don't understand, don. What do you mean?" one of them stammered.
"What do you mean, 'you don’t understand'?" I snapped, my voice low with anger. "Where is Alora? The girl you
