Nevio's POV
"What are you going to do when you find the men who kidnapped her?" Nestore asked as we stepped into the car.
I stilled for a second, a small dry laugh escaped me as I slid into the back seat.
“What do you think I’m going to do?” I said, voice low. “I’m going to make them wish they were never born.”
Nestore didn’t flinch. He knew me too well by now.
“And if they talk?” he asked, settling into the passenger side. “If they tell you things you don’t want to hear?”
"Like the things they did to her when she was with them all these years..."
I stared out the window as the city blurred by. “Then I listen, we listen, Nestore, and I make sure they never speak again.”
The silence that followed was thick. Heavy. Matteo kept his eyes on the road, wisely saying nothing.
Half an ho
