As SERA displayed Marina's address—her store's location—I revved the Dodge Charger's engine, the muscle car growling like the primal hunger coursing through my veins.
I sped towards my destination, the city streets blurring as I devoured the distance between us. SERA's voice filled the car, each word fanning the flames of my desire and rage.
"Master, be advised," SERA began, her voice steady and informative. "Tony has assigned his men to monitor Marina everywhere. He has made it clear that he will kill any man who tries to approach her. A few days ago, a male tourist asked Marina out for dinner. Though she refused, the next day the tourist's body was found hanging outside her store as a grim warning to others."