Marco's POV
“We have your baby sister, Don Marco.” The stranger's dark tone mixed with his disgusting laughter rang out from my speaker.
For the longest minute, I waited on my spot to process the news. There wasn't any report of shoot out between her guards and the abductors. Sofia was fine just last night. We may not be in talking terms, but I had her monitored under tight surveillance.
It wasn't adding up.
“Did the cat get your tongue?” He teased, enjoying the moment of torture he was melting out.
“Sadly, I still have my tongue.” I groaned a response. “You won't for long.”
Raised breathing, shocked expression, jaws dropped… I turned to see Elara in a panicked state.
How much of that unhealthy conversation has she heard?
Shifting my conversation away from her, I retrieved
