Armando clenched his jaw, watching Jessica as she disappeared into Alvaro’s room. His fingers flexed at his sides, itching to confront her again, to demand that she finally understand what he went through to keep her and their son safe. But she was already hurt—physically, emotionally—and it wouldn’t serve him or his cause to push her any further right now.
With a tight breath, he turned sharply on his heel and exited the room, his mind swimming with frustration and betrayal. How could she think he didn't care? How could she even question his love or commitment when he had poured so much of himself into protecting her and their child? The sacrifice, the blood on his hands—all of it was for them.
Outside, Alex was leaning against a sleek black car, arms folded as he waited patiently. His
