Page 70 of Mafia And Maid

“Rosa has a son. He’s in danger.” I explain in as few words as I can what Rosa’s just told me.

“What the fuck!” Marco roars, making Rosa jump out of her skin.

“You’re angry,” she chokes.

She’s right. He’s fucking furious.

I know Marco too well. It’s not how she thinks. “It’s not that you lied about having a son,” I say gently. “It’s because you’ve been separated from him.”

I can see the pain in Marco’s eyes. He’s a dad now, and the anguish of being separated from his kids is something he’s going through at this very second with the women and kids forced to stay in Italy.

Alessio is standing with his arms folded across his chest and his gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. “Tell us everything,” he says. “Start at the beginning.”

With a reassuring squeeze to her hand, I urge Rosa to tell them.

This time I can’t hide the rage that bubbles through me when she talks about what happened. About the night he cracked her rib and her fleeing with her son. About tonight in that fucking alley.

A rough hand drags down Marco’s face, and he curses under his breath.

It’s a fucking mess, but I refuse to let her face this alone.

“We’re bringing him here,” I growl in a fierce voice that brooks no argument. “Rosa’s son. He’s coming here. Tonight.” I catch Marco’s eye. And he gives me a small nod. I can see the determination behind his gaze—he’s just as angry as I am.

“He’s okay where he is, but I just need to check on him. I can’t impose on you.” Rosa’s voice is tiny. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a problem.”

“I’m not going to repeat myself, Rosa,” I say in a low voice.

“But—”

“We’ll keep you both safe until this shit is sorted,” I grit out.

Her sob echoes around the room. And I swallow hard. I want to pull her into me and rock her. Comfort her in some way that’s new and terrifying all at once.

But I don’t know how.

Between hiccups and gasps, she thanks us all, over and over.

We should be treading extremely carefully due to the business relationship we have with Rosa’s father. But I can’t do that, not now that I’ve learned about all this. “About the business side—” I start.

“Fuck that,” Marco snarls. “Just get her boy to safety. That’s all that matters—that her and the boy are here with us and safe.” Conor Davis has derived his wealth from a variety of business assets which include a pharmaceutical company. And through his plant, we’ve been able to produce more drugs in the States after problems getting product from Colombia due to more government crackdowns. And with Grayden Devlin being his son-in-law, things have the potential to get very messy.

I give him a nod of gratitude. Marco can sense this is important to me—and I can always count on the support of my brothers when I need them.

“Let’s go and get the boy,” Marco says, already barking orders down his cell phone for soldiers to meet us at the main gate.

“Ethan,” I tell my brother. “His name’s Ethan.”

“Ethan,” Marco echoes. He gives a brief nod, and then, he’s gone.

I can see the uncertainty in Rosa’s face. It’s understandable after everything’s she’s been through. She doesn’t know who she can trust.

“Nothing will happen to your son. My brothers and I will make sure of it. Give us ten minutes to organize everything, and then we’ll beready to leave. We’ll need you with us—Ethan doesn’t know us, and I don’t want him to be scared. Are you up for another journey tonight?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes shining. And I can see that the conviction behind my words is enough to give her some reassurance.

While Rosa cleans herself up and gets ready to leave with us, I stride into the office to talk to Marco.

“I want his fucking head,” I snarl.