(Jaime’s POV)
The house was silent when Diego and I returned from our surprisingly fruitful chase for a lead on Aaliyah.
Even though my house was quiet, it certainly wasn’t still. My men were all over the place, silently working their way around the house, already looking into all the Morelli branches littered across the country for any sign of where my girlfriend and her family could possibly be hiding.
The tension was thick, a slow-burning fire waiting to explode, and the moment we entered the house, it really did.
Chase was already waiting for us, with a bulky folder in hand. He didn’t say a word, he just jerked his head toward the conference room, and without hesitation, Diego and I followed.
The air was even heavier in the conference room. My most trusted men were already there.
