#Chapter 36 – Steven

“Steven,” I whisper, my hand immediately going to my mouth. Because even though his head is covered in some kind of potato sack, I know that’s him being hauled in with his hands tied behind his back, stumbling over the shoes I bought him for Christmas. Christian is instantly in action, stepping in front of me, throwing out an arm to block me – as if Steven, held up as he his by two men with hands beneath his armpits, is going to grab me. “What the fuck is this!?” Christian booms out, turning his head to glare daggers at his father. Don Romano just grins, shrugging as he slips his hands casually into his pockets. “Like I said,” he murmurs. “Seeing where her loyalties really lie.” “Frank!” Christian snaps, and Frankie is behind me in a flash, firmly taking my arms in his hands and pulling me backwards until his back hits a wall. Then, gentler than I’d imagine he could be in a frantic moment like this, he slips an arm around my waist and pulls me tight against him, raising the other t