“Eat as much as you want baby.” I caressed my fingers through Luis’s hair and watched him as he ate his breakfast. The poor kid was eating as if he hadn’t eaten in days, and considering the circumstances I could totally understand.
“So Beau...what did he say?” I asked him. I felt guilty for pushing him to speak, while he obviously didn’t want to—but I hadn’t closed a single eye. All I could think of was my brother and whether he was alive or not.
All I wanted was to call Christian, so he could save him—but to do that I had to tell him about Luis and I didn’t want to put any of them in danger. There was no doubt that Christian would do anything in his power to protect Luis, but I could not say the same about everyone else.
There was one thing I could say. Luis did absolutely not want to go back there.
Once the Garcia’s would find out that I had Luis, it would only escalate even more.
