Salvatore’s POV

“What do you mean she isn’t back yet!” I roared. My temper is taking hold of my very being. Where the fuck is she? What have I done? If she’s in danger I’d hate myself forever for driving her into harm.

It’s been two fucking days!!

“Lower your voice, Son. I haven’t set my eyes on her. Do you know her friends or places she must have visited?” Mother retorted worried, her voice shaky as she responded over the phone.

This is unlike me to respond to my mom in this manner but desperation and guilt is eating every fiber in my body. I’d die of a heart...