"Where the f**k are you, Rosa?!" Giovanni’s voice tore through the speaker, a raw, terrifying sound of absolute fury and panic that made the street thug groaning on the ground completely freeze.
On the other end of the line, there was a sharp, stunned pause before Rosa’s voice came through, laced with immediate defensiveness. “Why are you yelling at me? What is wrong with you, Vanni?”
"Just f*****g answer the question!" Giovanni roared, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the phone, his long strides already taking him back toward the idling Maybach. His heart was hammering violently against his ribs, driven by a dark, suffocating dread. "Where is Uriel? Where are you right now?"
“I’m in the car on my way back to the—”
Rosa cut herself off, her tone shifting from defensive to deepl
