Trista’s POVLiam signed the contracts. They bought the performance hook, line, and sinker.It was a bit of a crazy plan, but we all had a feeling it would work. They deserved what was coming to them.“Where is my son?” I demanded.Carlos's lips twisted into a smile.“You really are impatient,” he said.:Give me my damn son,” I repeated.“Absolutely,” Carlos said. “A deal is a deal.”He clapped his hands three times and a maid appeared at the front door. Billy was standing beside her, holding her hand.His eyes lit up when he saw me. The maid released his hand. He ran down the stairs so fast I thought he was going to trip.I rushed towards him and scooped him up in my arms.“My love,” I said, holding him tightly. I inhaled his scent.“Don't worry, Mama,” he said. “I was very brave.”I held him at arm's length, and looked him in the eye.“I'm sure you were, love,” I said.Now that I had Billy back in my arms, relief washed over me. I let all the tension I'd been holding flow out of me.
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