LEONARDO
“To the Villa,” I said to the driver. My voice was calm but everything inside me burned.
The engine hummed to life as he started the car, pulling us away from that apartment and her fear.
She curled into the corner of the backseat, she looked like a shadow of the woman I just saw earlier today. Now she looked small, shattered.
Her face was turned toward the window, but I could hear the quiet sniffles and the way her fingers trembled as she clutched my coat tighter around herself. I hated that coat on her, not because she wore it, but because it was all she had to cover the damage they tried to do to her.
I clenched my jaws, forcing my hands to stay still on my thighs. If I let them move, I might punch straight through the damn window.
They touched her.
It took every ounce
