Adriano’s POV
The moment Salvatore tucked his phone away and the men around us began to disperse, my eyes swept across the ballroom. And then I noticed it. Cassandra was gone.
Where she had stood, no, should’ve been was empty. A hollow echo in my chest followed, and something dark twisted deep in my gut. My blood turned ice.
I pushed past two men in tailored suits blocking my view, my head snapping left, then right. My breathing slowed, but my pulse thundered. She couldn’t have gone far. She wouldn’t have— Unless something was wrong.
“Don?” Salvatore leaned in, brows drawn. “What’s the matter?”
My jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
I turned to him, voice feral. “Where the f**k is Cassandra?”
He blinked.
I didn’t wait. “Get every man we have. Search this entire goddamn place…every ha
