Chapter 88 The Broken Don

• Penelope's Pov
• I stood there trembling, a mix of rage and sorrow churning within me as I observed my father barking orders at everyone, desperately searching through every connection he had to locate my children.
• My hands shook at my sides, and I clenched them into fists, striving to prevent my emotions from boiling over. Silva, I thought, my precious kids; they must be terrified wherever they are right now.