Asher's POV
It's been like a month now since Aliyah has gone missing. Papa won't stop coming to my office every single day to ask about his daughter.
"I have told you so many times, Papa. I don't know anything about the disappearance of Aliyah. I don't know her whereabouts." I insisted but this old man was not ready to listen to me.
"You know maybe Cohen was right that anyone who gets closer to you dies before their time. Where the hell did you f*****g keep my daughter, Asher?" He yelled, slamming his palm on my desk.
I stared at him, my jaw tightening as his words cut through the room like knives. The veins on his neck bulged, his fists trembled on my desk, and his eyes, those weary, broken eyes were filled with rage and something worse: fear.
“I have told you a thousand times, Papa,
