Zayne scratched through his hair, frustrated.
Dario, who was watching him, seemed apprehensive. "You know you could tell what is bothering you? I can he—"
"It's none of your business. Just shut up."
"HEY!"
Dario glared. "What is your problem? I'm just worried and I'm asking—"
Alessio and Caesar walked through the door into the living room, pausing at the tension.
"Oh. crap." Alessio frowned. "Don't tell me you two are fighting again."
Neither of the two men answered him. Dario looked away, letting out a soft breath.
"Dario…?"
"It's fine, Alessio, nothing's wrong."
Alessio glared over at Zayne. "Zayne, what did you do?"
Zayne narrowed his eyes on him.
"I don't have time for any of this nonsense," he said, rising to his feet. He approached and handed his phone over to him. "My mate is gone."
"Huh?" Alessio blinked.
"She's gone," Zaynee repeated. "And I don't know where to start looking for her first."
"So…?"
