Chapter 47

Helen's eyes sharply narrowed. 

"We are not close," the man admitted. "My late wife probably told him bad things about me, so I don't think he will give it to me." 

Her lips twitched involuntarily in a restrained snarl with each pointed remark.

The flush of anger started on her cheeks and crept upward. 

Undeterred, Helen, with her piercing gaze and her brown, curly hair on her face, accused the man. "You are a coward. You don't dare meet Javier because you know he won't take it lightly with you," she taunted, using her finger to touch his chest. 

The man stood tall, his broad shoulders dominating the space, as he faced Helen's accusations with his gaze unwavering. Displeased with her insolence, he seized her finger and bent it, causing Helen to yell in pain. "I help you get where you are, so do your job and get me that fucking thing," he demanded before releasing her hand. 

Helen's gaze softened, and she touched her finger.