"Where did you find the beautiful one?" Spider asked, his eyes lighting up with interest as Zane and Juana stepped into the warmth of the cottage.
It was only a few minutes after Sandro had arrived with the old geezer—the man who had worked hand-in-hand with Clement to extinguish the life of Gianna's grandfather.
Juana, hearing the endearing term from a stranger, recoiled instinctively. She shifted closer to Zane, her shoulder brushing his arm as if she wanted to burrow into his very frame for protection.
The reaction made Spider cock a meaningful brow at Zane, his silent gaze questioning the history and the state of the girl.
"Found her at the club… she doesn't want to stay there anymore," Zane explained simply.
Spider nodded, a look of solemn understanding crossing his face. Hadn't his own sister been in these exact shoes, or at least destined for them, if Ewan hadn't intervened?
For that act of mercy, Spider knew he would be grateful to Ewan every single day of his life.
