The car sped away from the banquet site, with Alice sitting silently inside. She was still shaken from the fear she had just experienced—Crosby had come so close to dying!
She knew Raymond wasn't bluffing; he genuinely meant to kill Crosby and had the ability to do it.
In that split second when the gun was fired, despair had gripped her. Crosby was her family, and Raymond was someone she had once loved. She couldn't bear the thought of things spiraling into something so irreparable.
Thankfully, Raymond changed his mind at the last moment.
Unconsciously, she glanced at the dangerous man beside her.
Raymond was leaning back in the leather seat, eyes closed as if he was taking a nap. The shadows from the passing streetlights danced over his chiseled features. The tension in the car was s
