Delia’s hands trembled, her chest heaving as she stared at Frank. The shell casing on the floor, the blood smears—everything screamed danger. “Frank… what the hell is going on?” she demanded, her voice breaking, a mix of fear and fury. “Why is my life like this? Why me?!”
He moved toward her with that calm, lethal precision that never failed to make her pulse spike. He reached out, resting a firm hand on her shoulder. “Delia,” he said, low and controlled, “you can’t stay here. It’s not safe anymore. Not for you, not for the baby.”
She shook her head violently. “I’m not leaving! I’m staying! You said you’d protect me. That’s what you promised!”
His jaw tightened, a shadow of frustration crossing his features. “I promised your parents I’d look after you. And I am. But staying here? That’s
