Raton’s POV
I sighed and hung up the call with my grandfather, the thoughts about his words lingered in my head as I remained inside my car.
“If you love her, you’ll get her out of this mess. Valerie’s not ready for the fire she’s walking into. You know how deep this goes, Raton. She doesn’t.”
I stared at the steering wheel, gripping it tighter. Damn it.
He wasn’t wrong.
I had tried to warn her. Tried to pull her out before she got herself killed. But she didn’t listen. She never did. That stubborn fire in her scared me just as much as it made me fall for her.
And now, all I could think about was how I’d left her in that room. How cold I had acted when all I wanted was to keep her close.
I should’ve never walked away from her.
Maybe I should go back to her before she does somethin
