/-Maxmillan-/I’ve never known rage like this.Not even when my father was gunned down in front of me.But now, hearing Gianna’s voice trembling on that call, knowing our unborn child was in danger, this fury was different. It was personal. It was primal.I gripped the edge of my desk so hard the wood cracked beneath my fingers.“Get me Dario,” I growled at my right-hand man, who stood by the door with a pale face.“He’s already downstairs,” he replied. “He got the message when we traced the call. We were able to get a partial ping, industrial district, somewhere near the river docks.”Good. That was enough. That was a start.I stormed downstairs, every step fueled by vengeance. Dario stood by the map table, his sleeves rolled up, his tie long discarded. His expression was grim.“They’re using an unregistered burner. No direct trace. But based on the cell tower it bounced off of, we’ve narrowed it to a five-block radius by the old mill warehouses. Problem is, most of them are abandone
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