The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 64

Alessio

Rushing through the halls of the mansion, I made my way to Dad's office. Once in a while I nodded at some of the guys hanging around, trying to rEmilyain as calmly as possible.

During a meeting, Dad called me, his voice full of worry as he told me to come over right away.

As I approached his office door, Dante turned the corner, heading in the same direction. We stopped, facing each other.

"He called you too?" Dante asked after a short while.

"Yeah?" I replied, surprised to see him there. Dad rarely bothered my brothers because he had made me his target for life.

"And Gian?" he asked, glancing around as if he would appear any second.

I reached for the doorknob. "Don't know—haven't seen him all day. I thought he was with you."

"Me neither. I thought he was with you," Dante spoke.

With a push, I opened the door as we stepped inside together. We were instantly met with Dad who was pacing back and forth, rubbing his chin with his fingers as he did so.

He stopped walking and our eyes met.

"There's something wrong with your brother and Uncle," he said before I could even close the door behind me.

"I've been trying to tell you that for years now," Dante took the words right from my mouth.

I laughed at my brother, but Dad wasn't having any of it. "No, I don't have time for jokes today!" He growled. "It's serious. Where the fuck is your brother?"

Dante rolled his eyes at me, and I shrugged in response. Dad rarely got this angry with us, but when he did—we knew not to cross him any further.

"I haven't spoken to Gian today," I admitted, finding it strange. Not a single complaint, picture of Uncle with sleeping Emilyojis because he thought he was boring—nothing. "I'll try calling him."

Dad shook his head, "I did, but he isn't picking up."

I pulled out my phone anyway, hoping for a different outcome, but as I dialed Gian's number, it went straight to voicEmilyail. This time, worry kicked in. "It is a bit weird."

"Maybe he got tired—blocked us all," Dante tried not to make s big deal out of it. I let out a soft laugh, even though the situation at hand wasn't that funny anymore.

"Your Uncle also hasn't shown up yet, and that is not like him. Can't reach him either," Dad added, concerned. "I called your Aunt Mel and your cousins, and they haven't heard from him either."

With each word, he seEmilyed to paint a situation that was becoming too alarming. Uncle, the same man who was always at Dad's side to the point he would guard the door whenever that man would take a shit, not contacting him? The same Uncle who would usually be in the office to show his dedication before Dad even stepped out of bed? Something is seriously wrong here.

"When is the last time you spoke to him?" I asked, trying to piece together a timeline that might explain their disappearances.

"He called me yesterday to say they were going to check out the warehouses—and that's it," Dad said.

I paused, trying to process the information and figure out our next steps. Only there wasn't much to work with.