(Raymond's POV)Vincenzo took off his jacket and wrapped Delores in it.The bodyguards behind him fanned out without a word, hands resting on the holsters at their hips.Raymond staggered in, his eyes sweeping over the bright red staining Delores's skirt and the whip marks covering her.A monstrous rage warped his handsome face.He drew his gun, held it up, and roared, “Which idiot did this?”The room went silent, and every eye drifted to the driver.The driver crumpled where he stood, as if the bone had been sucked out of his spine.He looked at Raffina, terrified, and stammered, “It was Donna, she—”He never got to finish.The muzzle of Raymond's gun flashed, and the bullet went through the driver's forehead and out the back in a spray of red.The driver dropped at Raffina's feet, and she clutched her head and screamed.Raymond glanced at her, and something dark moved across his face before he looked away.He walked straight to Delores.She'd already lost consciousness, her pale face
続きを読む