Weep.
Learn.
And fucking love me like I knew she really did.
I wouldn’t even drug her this time. At least not at first.
“I’ll find you,” I said softly. “You belong to me, Bianca De Santis. You and our baby. Daddy will find you, and when I do, I’ll bring you home to me. For good.”
I grinned.
I couldn’t fucking wait.