LENA POV
The doctor confirmed that Isabella was stable and cleared for discharge that night. Rafe then carried her to his car, wearing socks instead of shoes.
He gently placed Isabella in the backseat, and Lena climbed in after her. Rafe got in as well and drove off, leaving the hospital. From the rearview mirror, she kept a close watch on him.
Relief was pouring out of him like a fragrance, though he tried to keep his face blank. He had thought he would lose his sister today.
Lena had sympathized with him because at that moment he had seemed human. Not like the cold capo, but human—vulnerable, open, in pain.
And even though she told herself she didn't care she found herself wanting to offer comfort. Because at that moment he wasn't Rafe Moretti, the ruthless capo. He was simply Raf
