~GUILIA’S POV~
“I don’t think there’s anything here.”
I groaned as I dropped onto the edge of Vince’s obnoxiously pristine white leather couch for what felt like the hundredth time today.
My boots were dusty, my shirt clung to my skin with sweat, and my back ached like hell.
We had combed through every inch of Vince’s cursed house like bloodhounds on a trail, drawers, cabinets, under the couch.
And still, nothing.
“We’ve torn this place apart,” I added, collapsing onto one of the armchairs, stretching my legs out in front of me.
Rocco was still pacing the hallway, lifting every photo frame like it held the secrets of the universe.
“You can’t say that,” Rocco’s voice echoed from somewhere in the hallway.
“He’s not stupid. He’s definitely not going to keep anything important where w
