“Irresponsibly like the way you got him killed?” Sophia answered him in English. There was such wrath in her voice that it cracked like a whip.

Alistair’s hand tightened on Sophia’s waist.

The old man’s face turned ashen and his mouth thinned, but he didn’t defend himself as Alistair expected.

“No, Alberto,” Sophia bit out his name and smiled darkly at the man. “You have always underestimated me, haven’t you? I’m wealthier now, no thanks to you. Seems I have a knack for the oil business.” Her eyes narrowed and she glowered at him through slits. “In fact, you never liked me, did you?”

“Sophia, please, my dear, that’s not true,” Rose’s voice was a whisper.

“Where are you hiding our granddaughter?” Alberto raised his voice. “We have the right to see her.”

Sophia’s lenience had run out. When Gabriel was kidnapped and murdered, she was too desperate to think straight. Not now. Not anymore. She stood taller and stepped away from Alistair’s embrace and flung her hair back.

Sophia, seething, poked a finger on Alberto’s chest. “Let me tell you something, Al-ber-to. You don’t deserve my respect any more. You killed your own son. What you did to Gabriela, and also to me, was heinous. You are a horrible person. You taint Gabriel’s memory.”

Alberto Leibowitz was speechless. Sophia had always been so sweet, polite and respectful.

“And, you.” She spun to face Rose, her eyes blazing, and hissed between clenched teeth, “You, Rose, how could you? Your only child. You could have paid the ransom and prevented your son’s death. You’re so pathetically weak! You let Alberto do whatever he wants. You are as guilty of Gabriel’s death as your bloody damned husband. I despise you.” She faced the couple so enraged, a taste of blood so strong in her mouth, that she charged on without thinking, unleashing all the pain and hatred that had been bottled up for years. “You want to see Gabriela? To take her away from me again? Do you think I’m stupid? You’re not going anywhere near her. Ever again. She’s afraid of you. She hates you.”

Rose sobbed brokenly. That took Alberto Leibowitz out of his speechless state and he charged toward Sophia, “You filthy bitch.”

As his hand moved to slap Sophia’s face, Alistair’s rose, catching and crushing the old man’s wrist. Despite Alberto speaking in Portuguese, Alistair was able to understand the feelings being spat out.

“Enough!” he roared and wrung Alberto’s wrist, holding back on his desire to break it. “Don’t you dare speak to my future wife like that.” He released Alberto’s hand with a shove and bent down to pick up Sophia’s bags from the floor. “I’ve had enough of you for a lifetime.”

Alberto staggered back. “You’re going to pay for this, Sophia. Mark my words. I won’t rest until I destroy you and have Gabriela back where she belongs.”

“A lost war before it even started, Alberto,” Sophia answered unfazed.

“Let’s go, Sophia,” Alistair said at the same time that Rose pleaded, in a hurtful sob, “Sophia, please, I need to see Gabriela. She is the only reminder I have of my son.”

“You should have thought of that when you let Gabriel die.” Sophia looked at Rose with contempt and turned to go. “Good-Bye, Rose. I hope one day you free yourself of your self-imposed enslavement. You are too young to wander around like the living-dead.”

Alistair enfolded Sophia in his arms and towed her away.

Alberto shouted, “I will make you pay for this, Sophia. I’ll see to it.”

Alistair didn’t stop, but looked back once. Rose was crying, her head hung and Alberto was glowering at Sophia with so much hate in his eyes that a bad feeling entered Alistair. Christ!

Some feet away, he paused and looked down at Sophia’s white face, “You okay?”

“No.” She breathed deep. “I’m sorry I made a scene. I wasn’t prepared... I never thought I’d meet them again. They don’t live here. In Rio, I mean.” She put a hand on her head. “Would you mind heading back to the hotel? I’m not feeling well.”

“Of course not.” There was a murderous look on his face. “I lost my appetite.”

“I’m so sorry, Alistair. On your first day in Rio. It wasn’t supposed to-”

“No more apologies. I should have taken that son of a bitch out.” He felt her melting against his chest, her arm snaking around his waist.

Sophia raised her head to look at his eyes, a ghost of a smile on her face. “I might have liked that, my Highland warrior.”

“Want me to go back?” he smiled down at her.

She snorted. A strange light appeared on her face. “Don’t tempt me, I might say yes.” Her smile waned, “No, he deserves worse.”

Her eyes were burning with an emotion he could not identify at first.

Christ, no! It was there again. The mad look he saw in her eyes when she told him why she asked for the kidnappers’ fingers. The avenging angel.

Alistair suddenly became worried. “Sophia, don’t go there. Please, promise me you won’t do anything extreme.”

“Ask for his finger? No. I’m past that. Besides, it would be too kind.” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “He deserves to suffer each and every day of the rest of his life and then rot in hell.”

“You have to let go, Sophia. Revenge won’t bring Gabriel back.” Fuck. Gabriel holds such an important part of her heart.

Her hand clenched on his back but she didn’t utter a word.

Alistair ran his fingers softly over her creased forehead and narrowed eyes. “Relax. Let’s go back to the hotel so you can rest. We have your grandmother’s dinner tonight.”

The Gonçalves & Espirito Santo Families’ Penthouse.


8.43 p.m.

“Ready to enter the lions’ den?” Sophia asked Alistair, smiling.

“Are they going to eat me alive?”

“They might...” she joked. And rang the bell of her grandmother’s penthouse.

“Sophia!” A short thin old woman dressed in an elegant black dress flung the double doors wide. She opened her arms, hugged Sophia and launched into a string of questions in Portuguese.

Sophia laughed and answered her, hugging her back.

“Alistair, may I have the honor to introduce you to my grandmother, Angelica Gonçalves,” she said in English and lowered her voice to a mocking whisper, “be careful around her, she puts spells in her food.” Angelica and Sophia laughed. And again she lowered her voice to a whisper, “And you be careful too, he’s a powerful Highland warrior.”

He so loved the idea of being her Highlander. Alistair chuckled inwards as he flashed her grandmother his most charming smile.

“Warrior or not, if you don’t treat my little Sophia well, you are going to have an appointment with my rolling pin,” Angelica eyed him, unabashedly taking full measure of him, struggling for a stern look that melted in a huge smile.

“Grandma makes the most delicious pastries you have ever tasted. We used to make scrumptious treats together.” Sophia turned back to her grandmother and could see that she was captivated by Alistair. “Tell me you’ve made something delicious for tonight’s dessert. I’ve been a good girl.”

“It is an honor to meet you, Mrs. Gonçalves. Sophia talks about you a lot.”

“Oh, I hope she has told you only good things. Please, call me Angelica. Mrs. Gonçalves is too formal.” Sophia’s grandmother smiled at him, framed his face in her hands and kissed his cheeks, then hugged him. “Welcome.”

Alistair was startled and Angelica’s blue eyes twinkled.

Sophia laughed. “We are very informal, Alistair. Get used to being kissed, hugged and slapped on the back by people you have just met. Carolina is the only reserved one of the family. She is our English side.”

“I’m not. You all are savages.” A young tall woman wearing glasses, dressed in a sleeveless light-blue dress, with her dark brown hair floating around her, appeared in the hallway they had just entered. She gracefully stood on her tiptoes and again Alistair received two kisses, but this time more contained. “Carolina, or just Carol.”

Gabriela came running, her blonde hair dancing around her and threw herself in Alistair’s arms, hugging and kissing him as he picked her up. “Alistair!”

“Hello, Fairy.” He returned the kisses and buried his nose on her neck, inhaling deep. Alistair loved Gabriela’s delicate baby smell.

“I missed you today. I went to the pool. Look how tanned I am.” She extended her arms, showing her supposedly tanned skin.

“I can see you enjoyed your day, Gabriela. You don’t even remember that you have a mother anymore.” Sophia said and the little girl turned serious.

“I’m sorry, Mama. Good evening,” she said composed, then started giggling again. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, love,” Sophia smiled, standing on her tiptoes to kiss her daughter. “So you had fun with your aunt?” She pushed the door to a huge square room, all done in soft pastel colors with modern paintings hanging on the wall.

“Yes, she had. Almost drove Grandma crazy. Too much energy,” said Carol, seriously.

“Oh! She didn’t! She was just being a child. You are too protective.” Angelica huffed from behind. “Would you believe, Sophia, that Carol asked me to go rest, in the middle of the afternoon, with the false pretense that the beach had tired me? I’m sure that she wanted to have Gabriela for herself.”

“Oh, no, my little niece is in trouble again.” A mellifluous voice came from behind them.

Sophia and Alistair spun around.

Sophia’s smile opened wide and she threw herself in Felipe’s arms. He was informally dressed, wearing a light-pink shirt, with its long sleeves rolled up and navy slacks. He laughed, kissed and hugged her. He smiled and extended his hand to Alistair, “Nice to see you again, Alistair. How are you?”