I follow the direction of his hateful gaze and see Jake standing about twenty feet from him. He has another few men in front of him, talking to him. He looks completely unscathed, less agitated than Ben and requiring a lot less force to keep him still, not a hint of anything wrong with his attire at all. I let go of Leila and run for him, pushing in between him and the man shielding him back with a hand and throw myself around him. The tears coming from nowhere. He seems to jolt back to reality at my touch, and instantly relaxes, tension I hadn't seen in his face seeping from his rigid body. His hands come to my face and pulls my chin up to bring our eyes to one another.
"Hey … Don't cry." He soothes, the furrow on his brow deepening and showing remorse instead of anger. "Bambino, hey … S
