Hundred and eighty-eight

Goodness!

Sandro pressed the gas pedal, driving over the speed limit. Relieved that the road was empty, he was aware that if someone had been there, a collision was inevitable, and he wouldn't have cared.

His sole focus was reaching Arabella.

"Is she foolish enough to go to that guy without telling me?" Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

He had only left to settle some business deal with another pack that he had an alliance with, and it was to get them to fight in the war with him.

Of course, he had done all he needed to do, albeit too late.

Arabella, that he was trying his best to protect, wasn't even in the villa anymore.

His phone rang, and glancing at the screen, he swiped to answer. "If you harm her, Paolo, I'll make sure you regret it. I won't hesitate to take you down with me!"

"She's still alive, De Luca. Why not come see her condition for yourself?" Paolo replied.

Just then, a scream erupted from Arabella, further unsettling Sandro. "Let her go,"