COLTON’S POV.
As soon as she leaves. I toss the bottle of liquor on the table and fall on the sofa. Slipping from the sofa to the floor slowly, I gather myself together and walk after her but she gets into some car before I can call out her name.
“Get the car.” I bark an order and one of my men hurries to get the closet of my cars ready.
The door is opened for me and I settle in.
“Follow the car.” I say and rest my head back as her words begin to reiterate in my ears.
‘Tito is my son. He is my son!’
The car she is in stops and my driver stops too. I watch her stagger in and that’s when my eyes drifts to her hands. It is clearly smeared with dry but fresh blood. How did I miss that? Did something happen to her? Did she kill someone?
“God, no.” I mutter and after what feels like h
