Page 153 of Mafia And Maid
“And you’ll tell Rosa not to worry about anything here?” Cait says quickly.
“Yes.”
“And you’re sure…everything is okay?” Juliana adds.
“For the millionth time today, yes. Are we done?”
Both Cate and Juliana cross their arms. And I have to remind myself that my brothers would kill me if one single hair was out of place on their heads. As frustrating as having them in my business is, knowing Rosa has their support means the world to me.
Before either can come up with another list of things for me to tell Rosa, I make my escape out into the garage. The drive back to the Davis mansion is far from easy.
Rosa’s text came in bright and early, asking if one of the soldiers could drop off more clothes for her and Ethan, including more black outfits for her. They obviously need more stuff in addition to what I sent over two evenings ago. I decide to take the bag myself. And the mere thought of seeing her and Ethan clicks something into place for me. But I don't dwell on that because she’s not back…and she might never be.
The Davis drive is lined once more with cars and drivers in pristine outfits. I park and stride up the steps to be met with a quiet nod and direction of where to find Rosa.
“No. Not like that,” I hear Reagan criticize as I approach.
“Sorry,” Rosa murmurs. Her apology to her younger sister grates on my nerves as I hear Rosa stutter the words out. My fist clenches tighter at my side as I clear my throat.
“Why areyouhere?” Reagan hisses.
“Rosa asked for some more clothes.”
Rosa’s by my side in an instant.
“Why on earth did you askhimhere?” Reagan sneers down her nose at me. “You could have just purchased more clothing from the store.That would have been preferrable.”
The heat of Rosa’s hand on my body calms me like nothing in the world. It’s terrifying and yet exactly what I’ve needed ever since she decided to stay here. She ushers me down the hall.
“Everything okay, Rosa?”
“Yes. It’s nothing. Thank you.” She smiles, taking the duffle bag from my shoulder. She presses in closer, smiling at me. Her usual beautiful rose scent is missing as I drop a kiss to the top of her head. In its place is something else. Something high end and expensive. It’s not Rosa at all.
“Of course,” I murmur.
“I miss you. Ethandoes too.”
Something frayed and raw inside me calms, and I pull her closer. “I miss you too. It’s not the same at the mansion without you.”
“Juliana and Cate are probably managing just fine without me.”
“I wasn’t talking about the house cleaning, Rosa.” My voice drops, and I lean closer, pressing into her. “I’m talking aboutyou. The house feels empty with you here and not next to me. So does my bed.”
That delicious blush creeps across her cheeks, her tiny smile telling me that she’s pleased by my words. And the beast inside me roars with victory, some primal neanderthal part puffing my chest out with pride. It’s only ever like this with her…
“Where’s Ethan? I figured I could spend a little time here with you both before I have to head to the casino.”
The ease that lights her face flickers. Her hesitancy gives me pause. And the delight I just felt freezes in its tracks.
“I don’t have to stay, Rosa.”
“It’s not that. I mean, I’d love for you stay but…”
I drop her chin and move back so that the air seeps between us. I try not to let it sting too much. “Got it. Was there anything else you needed?”
She takes my hand. “Camillo, I—”
“Could you two not do that right here?” a nasal voice snaps. “We have guests, and no one needs to see that.”