Nestore's pov
My breath was ragged as I spoke the last sentence—angry, frustrated, and an inch away from burning this whole place to the ground.
"Let’s go. We’ll find him some other time. Do everything we can. "But for now, let’s just go," I said, staring at both Aurora and Nevio.
She moved to the car wordlessly but then stopped—her eyes locked on something in the distance.
“Move, Aurora. "I don’t have time for theatrics tonight,” I warned, my voice sharp.
But she shook her head.
“Um… I think the man you’re looking for is hiding behind those walls,” she said, forcing my gaze toward the line of sight she was focused on.
Nevio stepped closer to her, squinting into the shadows as if to confirm what she was saying.
“If you think this is a joke, Aurora shut the f**k up and get into the
