ANTHONY'S POV
Blood rushed to my ears as I grabbed Jason's shoulders. "Where? Where is he?"
"An abandoned warehouse near the docks," he replied as I let go of him and we made our way to the kitchen where his laptop was. "Dante's men are surrounding the area. He said we need to get there now."
My heart slammed against my chest as I spun on my heel and charged back into the bedroom.
Suzan was still asleep, curled up under the blanket. Peaceful—for the first time in hours. I hated to wake her, but I couldn't leave without telling her.
"Suzan," I said softly, brushing the hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered open slowly.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice groggy.
"They found him," I whispered.
She sat up so fast she nearly fell off the bed. "What? Where? Is he okay?
