Massimo rushed out of the mafia meeting. Luca had texted him an important update—his men had found the license plate and tracked down the car Tyler had driven away Elena and Aria in. Massimo had only been cautious plugging in the address correctly in his car's GPS.
In everything else, Massimo prioritized speed. He knew the state of New York like the back of his hand—and he was using every side street and shortcut to his advantage.
That didn't change the fact he got there much later than Luca and his men—they had the advantage of a head start. Or the fact that the car had been ditched on the side of the road—Tyler wasn't so stupid as to leave it parked at whatever hideout he was staying at.
Massimo had to admit it. He was running out of ground that he could cover on his own.
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