Christian Pov
The bar owner shook his head, resigned to his brother's fate. I asked, "Are you ready to give us his address?"
The bar owner got up, "He's not at his home... he never takes his girls there... she's in an abandoned house."
He wrote the address and handed it to me, "I'm sorry about your friend... and whatever you do to my brother... I understand."
I nodded and took the address, my expression unyielding. As we left the bar, I could feel Ashley's eyes on me, and I knew she was trying to reconcile the sweet and considerate Christian with the cold, hard person I had become in that moment.
I didn't blame her. I had seen the fear in her eyes when I had threatened the bar owner, and I knew she was wondering if she really knew me at all.
But I couldn't afford to be soft and sweet
