*Giovani*
Olivia and I looked at each other in frozen silence as my phone rang. Anyone could be on the other end of the line, with any news about Elena and our baby. My stomach swooped. I had received endless calls describing death and torture over my years as Don of the Valentino family, and no ringtone scared me as much as that one at that moment.
She twisted and stared into my eyes. I saw my own worry reflected back at me, but with an edge of determination. She pressed a hand to my cheek and nodded, and suddenly, I was vaulting out of bed and scrambling to reach the phone before it stopped ringing. I didn’t even check the display before hitting ‘answer’ and pressing the phone to my ear.
“What?” I barked. Nerves sharpened my voice, and I hoped I hadn’t yelled at someone who didn’t deserve it or wouldn’t understand.
Olivia scrambled to the end of the bed and perched there, straining to hear over my cell phone’s tiny speakers.
“I got something,” Alessandro said. “I found her.”
