Chapter 112 Her Dead Body

• Adriano tapped his foot impatiently against the floor of the SUV, the weight of every second ticking by pressing down on his chest. He checked his wristwatch at intervals, growing even more restless as the time went by. He hated this feeling, this helplessness that had haunted him for days. And now that they had a name, an address, and possibly a lead that could finally help him find Serena and the bastards that had dared to take her, every heartbeat felt like wasted time.
• "Faster," he growled at the driver, his voice sharp with annoyance.
• The man behind the wheel did not respond verbally, but he pressed down harder on the accelerator. The powerful engine roared as the SUV picked up speed, and the other SUVs in the convoy followed suit. They sped through the narrow winding roads at the outskirts of the island. Adriano's jaw clenched tightly as his hand twitched with the need to do something-anything at all-to get to this Kostas faster.