I trust Raoul with my entire soul, but it’s still hard to hand Dante over to him. I place my son in his arms and look in his eyes. “Take care of him, brother.”
“With my life,” he vows, dipping his head.
Then he hustles out of the store with Dante cradled against his chest.
The best thing for Dante is to get back home with Viviana as soon as possible. The best thing for the future of my family is for me to stay behind and find out as much as I can from the unlucky guard who survived.
He’s shaking on his side on the floor, his hands and legs hog-tied with red and black lace. I’ve never seen Raoul without a pair of zip-ties on him, so I have to assume using the lingerie was a way to add insult to injury.
I’ll allow it. This asshole deserves whatever is coming to him.
I squat down in fro
