[Elena's POV]
Noah stared at me for a long moment, then he turned to Caleb. "Take them to the holding cells first," he ordered. "Then prepare fifty thousand for each of their families. The sister's medical bills. The father's medication. All of it."
What? Did he just...?
Relief flooded through me so fast I almost felt dizzy.
Holy s**t. He actually listened to me.
Noah Marlowe, Mr. N! The ruthless mafia boss was showing mercy? Did he grow a conscience? Was this what happened when you got kidn*pped? Did near-death experiences unlock hidden empathy?
Maybe there was hope for him after all. Maybe underneath all that cold calculation, there was actually a—
"Thank you—"
"I'm not finished," Noah cut me off.
He pulled out his phone, tapping quickly.
"Caleb, also prepare ten million in liq
