Chapter 46
JACE MARINO
The room was quiet after the call ended. I could still hear my father's voice echoing in my head, the same calm tone that always carried the weight of a threat underneath. He didn't raise his voice; he didn't need to. He said enough with just one sentence.
"Come home. All of you."
He hung up after that, leaving the silence to do the rest.
Marco was pacing near the window, arms folded tight. Mateo sat on the couch, his hand pressed against his jaw like he was holding in every word he wanted to throw at me. The lamp between us flickered buzzing low. The air felt heavy.
"He's not going to stop digging," Marco finally said. His voice came out rough, like he'd been swallowing glass. "He already knows something's off. We haven't slept at home for two weeks now. You think he's just going to sit back and let it go?"
"Let him dig," Mateo said. He leaned back and crossed his legs. "We've covered for worse."
