Page 64 of Mafia And Maid

But it’s all the more reason to leave.

I won’t bring trouble to their doorstep.

My hand trembles as I knock on the door.

“Come!” It’s barked just as all Marco’s orders are. A command to be followed with no objection or hesitation.

I crinkle the paper in my hand before I can take a calming breath. I have to do this.

“Sit.” He doesn’t even bother looking up from the papers on his desk—and I don’t think I want him to.

I slide into the chair and will my body to stay still and keep from fidgeting.

My eyes are unfocused as I stare at the polished wood of the desk.

He collects the documents he’s looking at into a neat stack and sets them aside. His eyes flick up to mine. “What do you need, Rosa?”

Somehow, I find a buried nerve of steel in my body. Because I know that this is what I have to do.

My gaze lifts. I extend the piece of paper toward him. “I appreciate everything that you’ve done for me—that you’ve all done for me. For giving me a chance.”

His gaze skims over my letter before snapping up at me. “You’re resigning?”

The shock on his face startles me. I’ve only ever seen Marco less than collected once before, and that was when he was bleeding from several places.

“I’ll be leaving in one week,” I say quietly. Even though I wish I could just flee straightaway, after everything they’ve done for me, I know I have to give them time to find a replacement. I just have to be extra vigilant for the next week—and pray that Grayden doesn’t find Ethan.

Marco leans back in his chair. His arms are crossed over his broad chest. He doesn’t say anything. And I’m not sure if that’s worse than him yelling. “Why?” he grits out.

“I’m sorry?”

“Why do you want to resign?”

The calm mask of his face makes me shiver. It’s a calmness before the storm. I can see the fury etching into his face. The way his hands tighten under his arms and his jaw clenches. My mouth opens and closes soundlessly.

“I asked you a goddamn question, Rosa!” he yells, finally snapping.

I wipe my palms on my jeans. My chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can’t meet his gaze anymore. I can’t tell him. I can’t tell any of them. “I’m not the right fit,” I mumble.

“And?”

“I’m just trying to save us all the trouble of this not working out—”

I jump out of my skin and leap out of the chair as the door bursts open and crashes back against the wall.

Camillo and Alessio rush in, both wide-eyed and panting.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Marco snarls.

“I tried to stop him,” Alessio rasps as he grabs Camillo’s arm to hold him back.

“And why is he barging in anyway? Forgotten how a door fucking works? Or you know, knocking? I know we taught you manners when you were growing up.”

“You can’t fire her.” Camillo glares at his oldest brother.

I know I should leave and let them handle this privately. But I can’t move. I’m rooted to the spot, spine straight and heart pounding.

“And why should I care what you think?” Marco demands.