Dante's POV

Sabrina's grip on my hand felt like breeze compared to the pounding if my chest. All I heard as I rushed towards Winston in anger was the thumping of my heart. I bet Sabrina was screaming but I didn't know for sure.

She was gone. And Winston was juts walking out of her hotel eve after I had given him a wrong one. How? He was a shady one and I wouldn't be surprised if he had trackers in her or even asked someone to tail her or even tail me.

I punched him in the guts and was about to punch him again when he gripped my...