THE DEVIL'S PREY
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Damian glanced in the rearview mirror, his brown eyes fixed on Emily's sleeping face. "So, where are we taking her to?" he asked, his voice low. His eyes focused on the road now.
Xavier remained quiet, his gaze remained on the car's dashboard, his eyes calculative.
"What the...? How did I end up with a kid?" Xavier's mind was spinning as he took a glance at Emily, who was asleep on his lap, her hand gripping the inner of his suit tightly like he was running away.
He was a Mafia leader, for crying out loud! He dealt with guns, gangs, and gore – not babysitting duties.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that Godfather had set him up. Why would those men come to the mission ground? It didn't add up.
