The warm morning breeze caresses my trembling body as Riccardo steps outside with me still in his arms. The air smells fresher out here, and the sound of Don Valentinos’ voice soothes me as he speaks with Savannah.
The screeching sound of the metal legs of the chair being dragged across the concrete ground sweeps through the outside dining area.
“What happened?” He growls, taking me from Riccardos’ arms and into his own.
“Capo, if my eyes haven’t deceived me, I believe she has been sexually assaulted.” His voice fades out.
“What do you mean by sexually assaulted? We're in a damn hotel restaurant for f**k's sake!” The anger that runs through his livid body resonates with mine, sending a chill to sliver down my spine.
“Where is he? You better f*****g tell me you caught him, Riccardo, o
