[Juliette’sPOV]“Where’s Tommy?” I said to the man in the shadows—the business king to the world, Papa to me. He stepped into the light, and I almost couldn’t recognise him. Gone were the charm and wit he’d carry in his gaze and pose. In place was disorientation and grief-strickened madness. The man standing before me was extremely furious, and very, very crazy. “Where’s the devil child?” he asked, his whisper fearful, until a smirk spread on his lips. “Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine, you filthy bitch of the devil.” At that, his gun shoved to my left. And a click sound punched the air. Ralph had his own gun up, aimed and ready. Panicked, I broke the first rule and showed Milo’s face. A maddening cackle jarred the air like a loud gunshot, and Ralph, his gun still firmly in place, hissed to his side, “Damn it, Julie! Keep him inside!”I hastily obeyed, roughly tucking the baby’s head behind the bullet proof vest, hissing back with a good reason. “If he doesn’t see the face,
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