Raymond's POV
The drive to my personal apartment at the center of the city was long.
Celeste didn't say a single word the entire ride. Her arms were crossed, her eyes fixed on the window, and her lips were trembling slightly. I didn't know if she was crying or just trying not to scream.
Every second that passed made the silence heavier. The humiliation at the mansion kept replaying in my head like a broken record. Sameen's face, Raina's tears and the old man's words. Every piece of it stabbed my chest over and over.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly and my knuckles turned white.
Celeste let out a small sigh. "So that's it?" she said quietly.
I didn't look at her. "What do you mean?"
She turned her head, her tone suddenly sharper. "You are not even going to defend me? You just stood there and let them humiliate me like I'm some cheap street girl."
I clenched my jaw. "I tried, Celeste but what did you expect me to do? Hit the old man too?"
