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Chapter 70

Dante’s POV

I throw my phone across the room, gripping my hair in agitation. “WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!” I scream.

“We found both of their phones in a parking garage off of Atlantic in the Bronx on their way out of the city. We also found her purse in one of the trashcans here,” Emilio says.

“FUCK!’ I scream, “How the hell did this even happen?”

“I’m so sorry, Dante!” Emily has been crying ever since she called me freaking out about Pablo taking Quinn. “We had a fight after I told her that she shouldn’t go to the gala. She stormed out and Pablo was standing outside the door.”

I fall onto the seat beside her and put an arm around her, rubbing her back. “It’s not your fault, Emily. Pablo was supposed to be someone that we all could trust. When I find that asshole, I’m going to string him up by his toes and carve him up like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

Just then, one of the nurses walks into the room. “Mr. Luciano
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