Aiden
The glass shattered against the far wall, shards raining down like the fragments of my patience. The whiskey I had barely taken a sip of seeped into the floor, darkening the expensive carpet beneath my feet. I didn’t care.
The men before me flinched but said nothing, standing rigid as if bracing for the storm they knew was coming.
I ran a hand through my hair, my chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled breaths.
“She’s not a ghost,” I bit out, my voice dangerously low. “She’s not invisible. And yet, you’re telling me that after all this time, with all the resources I’ve given you, you still can’t find one damn woman?”
Silence.
Cowards.
I had hired the best of the best. Men who swore they could find anyone, anywhere, no matter how well hidden. And yet, here they were, empt
