Page 27 of Saved By A God
I glance over the screens, and knowing Gianna will stand there until I give in, I put everything in sleep mode. “Fine, I’m coming.”
I grab the central remote, my phone, and tablet, then head downstairs. When I step out of the elevator, Gianna instantly spots the tablet and narrows her eyes at me. “Everyone can survive without you for a few hours.”
“It’s for my sanity. I’ll worry if I don’t have it with me.”
“You do too much,” she mutters as we walk toward the steel doors, then she waves a hand angrily over the length of me. “Just look at you!”
“Wow.” My eyes widen. “Are you telling me I look like shit?”
“Yes.”
I’m given a glare, and realizing Gianna is really upset and not joking, I say, “You worry too much, G. I just had carrots, so I ate something healthy.” Lying through my teeth, I add, “And last night I slept five hours.”
Nope, I look like death warmed up because I spent the entire night fighting a hacker who was trying to break past my firewalls.
Just as I think I should rather stay and work on my system, Gianna gives me another glare, silencing me.
I’ll visit with her for two hours and consider it a nap.
I follow her to the SUV, and Alessio comes closer, looking a little shocked. “Are you leaving?”
“I’m being kidnapped by Gianna,” I inform him.
“It’s about time,” he mutters before using the guard’s communication channel to say, “Rosie is on the move. Haul ass to the SUVs.”
Ten men hang back to protect the fortress, while the other fourteen get ready to leave.
When Alessio pulls out his phone, I snap, “Don’t you dare tell Enzo. He doesn’t need to know my every move.”
And I need some time to get over seeing his hot ass before I’m able to look him in the eye again.
When Alessio hesitates, I add, “I will fire you if you don’t listen to me. Give Enzo a break. Besides, I’m with Gianna, not on some random shopping trip.” I look at my friend. “We’re hanging out at your house, right?”
“Right.” She backs me up by telling Alessio, “I don’t want my brother spoiling our girl time.”
“Fine, but if he gets angry, I’m throwing the two of you under the bus,” my guard mutters while indicating for me to get into his SUV. “While on the move, you’re with me.”
“Yeah-Yeah.”
I climb into the back seat, and while we drive to Gianna and Riccardo’s house, which they moved into after getting married, I check my systems from my tablet.
On edge, I go over my firewalls again because one breach could bring the whole network down, and I’ll shit myself if that ever happens.
“We’re here,” Alessio suddenly says, and my head snaps up.
Shit, that was quick.
I get out of the SUV and follow Gianna into her house. When we enter the kitchen, I see the chair, scissors, comb, and towel ready for my haircut.
She’s been cutting my hair since I was fourteen because a hairdresser gave me aLord Farquaahbob that traumatized me.
“Let’s wash your hair,” my best friend says.
I place my electronics down on the counter and bend over the sink. Gianna shoves a towel beneath me, and I take it to cover my face.
She keeps quiet the whole time she washes my hair, and only when she makes me sit on the chair and grabs the scissors does she say, “When are you going to stop pushing yourself so hard? You work day and night and haven’t taken a single vacation since you took over from your dad!”
My lips part, but I slam them shut again as she continues, “The family depends way too much on you. I’m going to give them all a talking to.”
