Chapter 47
JACE MARINO
The next morning came with gray skies and tired silence. No one said much during the drive back to the main house. The roads were clear, like the city itself had decided to step out of our way. Marco drove, one hand on the wheel, music off. Mateo sat in the back seat, scrolling through his phone, trying not to think too loud.
I sat in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the blur of passing streets. Every mile closer to that house felt heavier.
When we pulled through the gates, the guards looked nervous. They always did when we showed up unannounced. The Marino house had that effect — even the walls seemed to listen.
"Is he home?" I asked one of the guards as we stepped out.
"No, sir. Mr. Marino left early for a meeting. He hasn't returned yet."
Good. We didn't need to deal with him right now.
Marco gave me a look. "Perfect timing."
Mateo adjusted his jacket. "Then, let's find Aiko before he gets back."
