I sat huddled to Leo in the back seat as Max drove. Luca had sent us a half readable text possibly about how he is in Hermosillo but who knows? We were just glad he was alive and kind of functioning.
"You still look a little pale, Els," Leo said brushing a strand of dishevelled hair behind my ear.
"I'm still shaking too," I replied lifting my hand.
"Because of Andrea did or because you thought the gunshot could have been his?"
"Both," I answered quietly.
"After we made the agreement he didn't... touch you, did he?" Leo asked in a strained tone.
"He kissed me once and shot a bullet next to my head."
"Fucking twat," he grumbled. "Not that I kept my side of the deal either but what a fucking twat! What sort of man treats a woman like that?"
"There was a lot wrong with him. He killed his friends without a hint of emotion too. No grief, no guilt, no regret. He had no emotions," I answered. "He reminded me a lot of Luciano."