Chapter 15 - Digging Into The Bloody Past
Back inside the bulletproof limousine speeding away from the Plaza Hotel, neither of us spoke for the first twenty miles.
Ricardo sat beside me in the dark interior, staring intently out the window before finally breaking the heavy, suffocating silence.
“Tell me everything about your brother,” he commanded quietly, turning his head to look at me with unwavering focus.
I took a deep, shuddering breath, tracing the gold band on my finger as the painful memories flooded back like a broken dam.
I told him about Julian’s work as an accountant for the Chicago syndicate, his discovery of massive embezzlement, and his brutal murder.
I told him how I had run across state lines, changing my name, abandoning my nursing career, and living in constant, agonizing fear.
When I finished, Ricardo reached across the leather seat, taking my cold, trembling hand in his large, warm palm.
“You should have told me the truth from the beginning,” he said, his voice carrying no anger, only a profound, heavy understanding.
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“You would have thrown me out on the street just like you fired me at the restaurant,” I murmured bitterly.
“I never throw away what belongs to me, Savannah,” Ricardo replied softly, squeezing my fingers with quiet, unyielding strength.
