Page 65 of Mafia And Maid
“Get the fuck off me!” Camillo shakes off Alessio. “I’m not going to do anything.” Camillo strides closer. My chest twists painfully as his scent envelopes me. “She’s the best damn maid we’ve had,” he snarls, only just keeping his voice from yelling. “She cleans this place sothat it looks like a palace, she cooks the best food and bakes the best cakes I’ve ever eaten, and she’s even memorized Alessio’s anal closet system—”
“It’s not ana—”
“Enough!” I flinch at Marco’s raised voice and the loud thud of his fists coming down on top of the desk, rattling the wood, as he tries to regain control over the whole derailed conversation.
“Think about this, Marco,” Camillo growls in a dangerous tone.
“I’m quitting.” But I’m not sure they’ve heard me. I clear my throat and speak louder. “I’ve just handed in my resignation.”
“What?” Camillo blurts out.
Don’t look at him. Don’t break. This is the only way to protect everyone. To keep Ethan safe.
“You mean I chased after his ass for nothing?” Alessio whines.
“Maybe if you worked out more, you wouldn’t be so winded,” Camillo barks before turning back to me. “Why didn’t you say something when we came in?”
“If I could have got a word in, I’d have told you,” I say quietly.
“Rosa.” His voice is soft, begging me to look up at him. Weak as I am, I cave and lift my chin. His eyes search my face. “Is this because of the other night?”
“What happened the other night?” Marco demands.
“Nothing,” Camillo says, his eyes never leaving me.
“I just have to leave…”
“Why?” Camillo asks.
“A great question,” Marco clips. “Again, had you not barged into my office, I’d have an answer to this.”
Camillo gives him a glare before turning his gaze back at me. “Rosa?”
But I don’t have an answer. I was going to figure out what to tell him after I’d spoken to Marco. I’ve been wracking my brains for whole day, scrambling around for a way to explain my leaving to Camillo, but I’ve come up short every single time. “Personal reasons,” I murmur.
When Camillo realizes that I don’t intend to expand on this, he backs up, an icy mask of indifference shuttering in place over his features.
My chest seizes.
But a curt nod jerks his head, and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Right. Of course.” Despite the coolness of his voice, his eyes swimwith disappointment. But as quickly as it appears, it’s shuttered behind another layer of ice. His jaw works before he turns and leaves the room.
Alessio looks toward me. “You should reconsider, Rosa,” he says quietly, and the genuine tone in his voice takes me by surprise.
He turns and also walks away, leaving me once again alone with Marco.
Marco’s intense gaze is fixed upon me. “I agree with Alessio. But if your mind is made up, I won’t stop you.”
“It is.”
He nods with finality, indicating that he’s accepted my decision.
I don’t wait for anything else. I spin on my heel and make for the laundry room.
While some people can’t do anything when they’re upset, I’m the opposite. There’s something about cleaning and housework here that calms me and makes me feel safe.
This is for the best.
Because if Kane follows me here, Grayden will know exactly where I am. And then, he’ll drag me back to hell himself.