EMILY'S POV
The waitress had just returned with our order, when Miguel and Fuergo returned. They took a table just close to us, looking around sharply.
Their level of alertness always had me feeling so worried.
"Don't worry, Em, no one is coming to hurt us."
"The recent game of catch that the Russos and your brother played with me, makes me beg to differ." I sighed, remembering how I was tossed from one mansion to another. Locked up and weak.
"I understand." Alexa whispered, her face falling slightly. "You have every right to hate him."
"I definitely don't hate your brother, Alexa." I whispered, dipping my fries into the ketchup sauce and eating it.
"I just..." I paused, trying to find the right words. "I just hate how much control he thinks he has over me."
'Definitely not when i
