“I may be sick,” she closed her eyes and leaned back against the pillow. “Poor Dulce, her rapist goes free?”
“Mackenna, as much as I would love to see him rot the rest of his days in prison, he is a sneaky conniving and nasty individual. I have already given extra protection to Dulce and her family until the matter with him is settled.”
“How do you settle a matter with him?” Mackenna’s brow scrunched up at the thought.
“Do not ask questions you do not want to know the answers to,” Alessandro spoke quietly, his voice deadly and eerily calm.
Her eyes flew open and met his noting the warm golden color of his eyes were cold and bitter as he contemplated his grandfather. “Alessandro, he’s your grandfather, you wouldn’t,” she let her words trail away.
“He took what was mine, what was ours,”
