Mary. Why did it feel as if she were in danger, as if by hurting her as he had, that she would be reckless with her life? Raffaele didn’t want to know, nor was he looking forward to finding out. If he had to, he would even confront her brother. But right now, he had to find her, had to make sure that she was okay. And he couldn’t do that with Chase and Jared in the car, it would be to...damning to him. As a pacchetto leader, he was known to be cold and heartless, just as he had been with his uncle when Mary had barged in. And his words to her... He cringed, hands tightening on the steering wheel. Had he led her into the killers hands? He prayed not, hoped that with whatever she was doing, that his instincts were completely and totally wrong. Even the notion that anything could happen to her hurt him deep, made him feel a killing rage that he wouldn’t mind testing on something. Grasping onto a desperate hope that she was as safe as she could be and not doing anything that they would both regret later on, he slowed to the speed limit, not noticing until then that he had been speeding with his worry.
