Lena tramped wearily across the living room. Her hands hovering over her head and her heart in her throat. She cursorily glanced through the window whenever there was a sound. She prayed so hard that her husband wasn't injured, shot, or even killed.
"What if something has happened to him?" She looked at her bodyguards, they said nothing. She twirled to face Jay and then, she begged. "Please, take me back to the family house, I can't stay back here when he's out there in danger, I can't do it. Please, take me back." Lena sobbed into his shoulders.
Jay signaled to her bodyguards to excuse them. After they left, he positioned her on the couch and cupped her face with his hands.
"The boss will get out safely, trust me on that." He said with uncertainty laced in his voice.
He knew Darian wa
