7
Armand
“What condition is the driver in?” I ask as Tony and I make our way down to the basement. My father has left the interrogation in my hands. I’ll have to thank him for that later.
I’m no longer filled with white-hot fury as I walk downstairs. Daniela has seen to that. First she saved my child … and then she gave me more pleasure than I have felt with a woman in a very long time. And thanks to that—thanks to her—I have my head on straight as I prepare to face the man who tried to take my little girl.
“Well, he got knocked out and he’s missing some skin from the rosebushes, but there’s nothing broken except maybe his pride. You know she straight up waited until she knew he’d drop far enough that he couldn’t get away after? Smart girl you got watching Laura.” Tony shoves his hands
