SERAFINA'S POV
The glass in my hand shattered before I realized I’d crushed it.
Alessia.
Bloodied. Bound. Gagged.
I didn’t know who sent the message, but one thing was crystal clear—they knew exactly how to get to me. And they made one fatal mistake.
They didn’t kill her right away.
Because now they’d get to experience the full wrath of a Valentino.
Alonzo stood behind me like a silent wall of fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might break a molar.
“Track it,” I said, my voice steel and calm.
“I’m already on it,” he replied, fingers flying across his phone. “Burner number. Whoever sent it was smart enough to use a signal scrambler, but—”
“I don’t care how smart they are. I want them bleeding before sunrise.”
He didn’t argue. He never did when I was like this. The cal
