25. Regina

Fingers ghost over my face, tracing my eyes, nose, and lips. The scent surrounding me is heavenly so I turn my face to breathe it in. Thinking that I could lie here forever. It's warm, strong, and... Wait, where exactly is here? My eyes snap open. I come face to face with Federico. The expression in his eyes is soft and murderous at the same time. Why is he here? Why am I in his arms?

"Did you have a nice nap?"

"I don't take naps," I say trying to get up but he tightens his hands. Holding me down.

"What do you call what you just did?"

My memory comes rushing back. That fucking bastard Dylan. I'm done with him and the entire Irish. What the fuck is wrong with him? What did he think he could achieve from knocking me out? If he went back on his word and took all the money, I'm hunting him down and killing all his family.

"What happened? When did you get here?"

"By the time I arrived, Cavanaugh was long gone and you were propped up against this container"

"Let go of me. I need to che