“Not as much as you think, to leave their son out there for weeks.”
“If they find out Lorenzo had something to do with Jordan’s kidnapping, they’ll go after my father.”
“And they won’t get anywhere. Padrino’s at the top of the totem pole. He’s untouchable.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve been telling you all along that there’s way more out there than what Lorenzo or my father can offer you.”
“This crap again? Listen. The only people higher up than the Padrino are billionaires and political bigwigs in some clandestine society, with secret handshakes and high-priced lawyers with kinky sexual habits. I don’t want to know more about them, let alone work with them.”
“But—”
“Drop it. I’m going in to see my mother, who was shot because of an order from your fiancé. All you are to us right now is collateral for the next two meetings. I can’t have you or your friend getting hurt. Things with your future husband are escalating out of control, so from right now on until we give you back, where I go is where you go. But that doesn’t mean you can try to work on me of whatever you think you’re doing. Understood?”
“You really are an ignorant, sexist prick,” Sabrina says in a rage-filled whisper because she’s a guest in this house. She throws her hands onto her hips and her cheeks grow red.
“Yes. That’s me. Take a seat and keep your voice down.”
“You’re using Jordan and me like everyone else.”
“Sure, and you used me first. But we’re not anywhere close to being even.”
We’re about to burn a few bridges. Once we do, there’s no going back for the MC. I need to talk to Cindy alone.
