Raina sat stiffly in the back of Giovanni's limo as they headed back to the mansion. She glared out the window ignoring the passing scenery.
"You seem agitated," Giovanni commented.
She turned her glare on him. "I get that way when people threaten to chop me up and send me back to my parents in pieces."
Giovanni chuckled and reached out to pat her hand. "Posturing, my dear. Your suitor back there would have respected me less had I simply given in to his demands. He was posturing as well. He knew damn well I wouldn't give my son up to him."
Raina thought that there was rather a lot of wiggle room between handing her over to Mateo or mailing her home in pieces. She didn't particularly like either option, but she knew which one she would choose if she had to.
"Would you have me killed if you believed it necessary? If you believed you had the upper hand with my stepfather and Mateo?"