The red wine soothed my aching muscles but didn't chase away the stress caused by how the night ended.
"The last death could have been avoided," I grumbled, taking a long sip from the glass. The bottle was already half empty.
Bruce and his family were in one of the safehouses under someone else's name. I stacked the house with everything they needed.
As for Reyes, I had to separate him as he was an important person to go suddenly missing, and I have the biggest trust issue. Hence, cutting him away from his wife for a few days or maybe weeks was inevitable until I sorted this out.
I will not let anyone use Bruce or his family against me.
On top of that, the second would most likely entail death.
After finishing the wine, I threw the glass on the floor and watched it shatter.
The pain of losing my parents pricked at my heart. My vision blurred. I could have lost Bruce, or he might have lost a family member because of who I am.
