The afternoon sun cast a bright hue over Dominick's mansion as Prudence and Vincent stood by the stables, preparing for another training session. Prudence sat on the black horse, stroking the horse's mane, and turned to Vincent, her curiosity finally getting the better of her from the conversation they had at the dining table
"Why do you save the girls?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
He was Mafia and they were notorious for crime not saving lives. To hear Vincent personally went to save some trafficked girls should mean they initially belonged to him, she thought.
Vincent paused, his expression inscrutable. "I don't want anything like that happening to anyone. Not when I have a sister. It makes me feel sad," he said. For a second Prudence found the honesty underlying his words.
It had to be an act.
