ANTHONY'S POV
It's been almost twenty-four hours since Julian was kidn*pped, and I swear I was close to losing my mind.
"Relax, man. Dante is on it. Don't worry," Jason said, trying to calm me down, but it wasn't working.
Dante—my friend from the Mafia—was the most reliable person I knew right now. If anyone could find Julian, it was him. But the longer it took, the more unhinged I felt.
"I'm going to kill them. I swear," I muttered through gritted teeth, pulling at my hair in frustration.
"Man, you need to keep calm. Do it for the boy's mother," Jason said, patting my shoulder.
My stomach twisted at the mention of Suzan.
There were no words to describe the terror I felt when she barged into my office, crying, her voice cracking with panic.
"Our son has been kidna
