Dominick's POV
"Where the fuck is he?" I yelled at my men, scanning the area for any sign of Marcelo.
"He got away, boss," Alen announced nervously. "He must have slipped away while we were busy with his men."
"Fuck that," I barked out. "You were supposed to make sure he didn't get away!"
"Dominick, relax," my father begged. "And besides, don't you have someone you're looking for?"
I sighed, realizing he was right. I needed to find Luna. She was out there, alone and in danger. Marcelo could wait.
"You're right," I said, turning to my men. "We need to find Luna. She's our priority now."
"Dominick, wait," my father called out. "Before you leave, what about that device?"
I chuckled. "Do you expect me to give it to you, Dad?"
"It's not safe for it out there," he insisted.
"Don't worry," I grinned smugly. "I'll take my chances."
"Dominick!"