(Jaime’s POV)
I clenched my jaw, and my fingers dug into the edge of the table as I fought to control the rage threatening to consume me even long after the call had ended… even long after I had smashed the phone to bits.
Aaliyah was in Guillermo Morgenthau’s hands.
The revelation continued to play on in my memory despite all my attempts to shake it off.
Everyone was waiting on me, waiting for an order from me on the way forward, if we are laying low or going on the offensive, but I myself was still stuck contemplating what to do.
Did I start the search for her?
Or did I let things be and hope that whatever Guillermo had told her would eventually be replaced by the truth?
I mean, nothing I said now would cancel anything she believed…
Aaliyah had given me several chances to come cl
