Alessio
It was clear as day.
Jimena wanted nothing to do with him, while he was obsessed with her. I had seen enough guys like him in my line of work, and it was obvious Jimena had taken her daughter and fled.
"What did you and Daddy talk about?"
Naty went back to drawing, but I wasn't having it and pulled the marker from her hand, forcing her to look up at me. "Hey?" she pouted.
"Answer the question?" I mocked her in the same tone.
"Okay," Naty sighed deeply before sticking out her little pinky. "But first you have to pinky swear," she demanded.
"P-P-What?" I couldn't get those words to leave my mouth, yet I had somehow already connected my pinky with hers. I couldn't believe I was making deals with a child. Maybe Dad was right about me being unfit to run a business.
"Daddy promis
