I looked at my wife sitting beside me; her head was resting on the headrest as Jim drove us to the hotel. I know she suffered so much from those monsters. I was jealous of the guy called Three, as he connected with her deeply. She was tough, but her heart for the people for whom she cared was soft and vulnerable.
I was shocked when she killed those people without a flinch and even impaired Lukas in her own brutal way. She did not kill Lukas; she made him bait to get Diego. Three, whoever he was, was very dear to her heart, and thinking about it gave me a painful sting in my heart. I pulled her toward me to rest her head on my shoulder. I looked at her and kissed her tenderly. My hands gently touched her arm and her fist.
"Open it, love," she said, opening her fist. There's the bloody hai
