Giovanni’s heart hammered a frantic, violent rhythm against his ribs. The realization that Rosa was missing made the walls of his own fortress feel like they were closing in on him. This wasn't a game anymore. If she had run away, or worse, if the Morettis had somehow managed to snatch her during the chaos, she was in grave danger.
He reached into his pocket to call the Commissioner of Police. As the Don, his reach extended far beyond the criminal underworld; he was well-acquainted with high-ranking police officials and military soldiers, holding powerful connections that could mobilize the entire city’s resources in minutes. He knew he needed that kind of power right now to trace her.
But his pocket was empty. Damn it.
He remembered he had left his phone in his study during the gruelin
