*Cat*
I drove up to the house, my entire body still shaking and my eyes streaming with tears. It hadn’t been an act. Yes, I’d allowed myself to cry in front of Junior and all those men. They would probably never take me seriously again, but I hadn’t been able to control it.
When I saw my baby, and heard her voice calling for me as she tried to shove her way out of Junior’s arms and reached for me with those hands grabbing at the air, I kind of lost it.
I wasn’t lying when I’d said I didn’t want to leave without Elio. In order for a lie to be believed, you have to believe it yourself, and I believed all too well that I didn’t want to leave my man behind with those crazy bastards. Junior was a sadist in the worst definition of the word. He would have been able to kill Elio without a thought. He wouldn’t blink at having his men torture him and keep him alive for a few days before ending it either.
