MARCO
“Where the hell is Nathan?” I asked, my voice low and rough. “And why the f**k am I hearing it from Cassandra?”
Dante raised his hands in defense. “It's nothing serious, just one of his ghost's moods. You refused to see anyone for two days; that’s why you heard it from her.”
“Any thoughts of where he might be?” I asked.
“I am running a private search. He’s been spotted in a few places, but I still can’t pinpoint his location.”
My jaw tightened. “How many days has he been out?”
Dante scoffed, “Wait…what? You suddenly care about him?”
“He is my son after all.”
“One you haven’t given a s**t about since that whole mess.”
“The f**k do you mean?” I snapped, “I wasn’t the one who distanced myself—he did! What was I supposed to do? Chase him around and beg? Nathan needs to learn he
