(VALENTINO'S POV)
I'm going to fucking lose it.
My heart's hammering in my chest, and all I can think about is Krystal.
Where the hell is she?
Is she okay?
Is she hurt?
Angelo and Rafa are hot on my heels as I storm through the massive hall, my eyes darting in every direction, scanning every corner.
But I can't find her anywhere.
"Fuck!" I scream, kicking over a chair as I spin around, drawing a few curious, confused glances from the elites down the room.
"Valentino, stop," Angelo says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I shrug him off, snapping at him, "Don't tell me to fucking stop!"
Raffaele grabs my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. His gaze is sharp, piercing, the kind that makes me freeze for a second despite the panic clawing at me.
"Calm the fuck down," he says, his tone low and dead serious.
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down, Rafa? She's gone. My girlfriend's missing. These people—these are dangerous people.What if something happens to her?"
