Nathan’s POV

“Send me the location where you are holding him,” I demanded. “I’ll be there right away.”

“Are you sure you want to get your hands dirty?” Salvatore asked. “My boys can take care of getting answers from him.”

“The fucking bastard took Amelie. What do you think?” I replied.

“I’m sending you the location right now,” Salvatore chuckled. “In fact, I’ll meet you there.”

I quickly changed into my jeans and a long-sleeved black sweater and headed down the stairs.

“I’m coming with you,” Dante exclaimed, getting up from the couch.

“No, you are not,” I protested.

“Yes, I am stock market,” Dante stated.

“No…” I said, but...