A few minutes and one phone call to Tristan later, and I had a general direction of where he was headed with my girl. Although traffic cameras weren't always our friends, they did come in handy at times like these.

"Enzo." Luca stopped me from leaving with a hand on my arm. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? Or a few of the men?" "No. This son of a bitch is mine. I'll call you when I have her."

"Check in with me before then and keep me updated, alright?"

I nodded and walked out of the office and out of the club, checking the...