Rafe's pov
I knew something was wrong. I knew there will be hurdles when the news will spread out about the meeting held. It was all about crushing the French Mafia and its puppets. I just prayed the fuckers don't attack us with the girls with us. It would be dangerous and hard for us.
Our first priority was getting the women home, safe and sound. I knew Dante was tensed all the way, but continued bickering with Gia to lighten the atmosphere. The longing look she had on her face looking at Gia's pregnant belly, I knew she was down that memory lane. I hated to see that look on her face, I knew although she wasn't ready for a child's responsibility but it was her own flesh. I hated myself more for doing that to her, for bringing her immense pain on every turn of life.
I wanted to tell h
