Dominick's POV
"Boss, we've searched everywhere but still no sight of Luna anywhere. We've also asked our men to look for her at her former apartment, but they're claiming she never did return," Alen announced with a solemn look.
"I can't fucking believe this," I picked up the flower vase from the table and smashed it against the wall angrily. "It can't be, I refuse to believe this."
"It can only mean one thing, Dom: the Black Mamba gang has her."
"No, no!" I barked, clenching my fists. "Do you know what that means, Alen? Do you?"
"Calm down, Dom..."
"Don't tell me to calm down," I snapped at him. "If they find out she's not Sol, they're going to kill her. That bastard Marcelo will kill her."
"So what do you suggest we do now, Dom?" Alen asked.
"I don't know, man, I fucking don't know.... I need to contact that bastard... yes, that's it, get me his contact," I told Alen.
"You know Marcelo moves like a ghost, Dom."
