“I swear I feel fine now. I should go home before my fiancée gets worried,” Raul says, and I shake my head.
“It is still not safe.” The doctor was very clear about Raul being moved as little as possible for at least forty-eight hours. It has only been a little over twenty-four hours since he was treated. If he’s to go back to his place, tomorrow would probably be the best time. But given that the threat from the Northern mafia group just got worse, I don’t even think him being away from us is a good idea.
“Me staying here is going to worry her even more. Besides, Dad is kind of not comfortable with all these people around—they are criminals, you know,” he says in a whispering voice, and I frown, looking around to see if anyone can overhear our conversation. Bella is seated on one of the
