“I’m sorry Lia. I went to my brother, who makes weapons and ammunition. The bullet that caused you all this pain was his. So I did what I had to.” I tell her and her eyes widen.
“You killed your brother?” she asks horrified and I shake my head.
“No, but I will if I have to. If it means keeping you safe, I will. That is how much you mean to me. I took every bullet he has ever created and tod him if I ever saw him again I would kill him. I was so angry that one of his bullets did this to you and I will make it right. I swear I will, baby. I’m so sorry.” I fight the sob that is strangling my throat as I look away, blinking to stop the tears.
“Leo, look at me, please.” I compose myself and look up at her, and she is smiling softly at me.
“I don’t blame you for what Torres did. I don’t blam
