Jose gave his daughter an odd look. "Do you know what you're talking about? What would I ever gain from kidnapping a little boy?"
She crossed her arms. "Who told you he was a little boy? He could be a teenager." She indirectly accused him. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he had done it, or he wouldn't be revealing information that would prove him guilty. The Romanos couldn't make such rookie mistakes.
"Let's talk about it over some wine, shall we?" He offered.
"No. Give the boy to me. Once he is back to his mother, safely and in one piece, and once you promise never to pull such a stunt again, we can finally talk."
"That's boring." He turned to return to the mansion and leave her outside, and she had no choice but to follow him.
This seemed to stroke the man's ego. He slotted himself on his favorite couch in the victorian living room and waved off his servants and right-hand man.
