|Xavier's POV|
There he is.
The cruel and vicious man that the entire mafia world knew about.
I do not step aside from Sage's bedside when her father entered the room, holding a remorseful frown on his lips and worry in his eyes.
"Oh, Sage!" He exclaims and I take note of Sage's fist clenching in her right hand instinctively as she stiffens all over. From where I stand, I can see the fear blanching her otherwise beautiful face and I have to reign my conflicting emotions.
"How are you dear?" He asks, coming to the bedside as he takes in her hand in his own and my eyes glare at him when I see Sage flinching slightly. It isn't obvious to anyone looking but because of my close proximity, I can see that the way Alistair is holding his daughter's hand is hurting her.
I open my mouth
