Page 79 of Saved By A God
“Never,” I vow.
My eyes touch briefly on Yegor and Danil, who I plan to torture for months.
Rosie’s breathing evens out again, and she sleeps through the entire descent. Every now and then, I glance down just to make sure she’s still comfortable.
Adriano, Georgi, Augusto, and the others keep glancing at Rosie, and I see the worry in their eyes because she’s been sleeping since we rescued her.
They don’t know her the way I do. My woman always goes into hibernation mode for a couple of days when she overworks herself, so I expect her to sleep her ass off after the nightmare she’s been put through.
The second the wheels touch down on the runway, relief crashes through me so hard I have to clench my jaw.
We’re finally home.
A few minutes later, the jet rolls to a stop, and before the seat belt sign is even off, I’m already unbuckling mine.
Christiano climbs to his feet with the IV bag while I carefully undo Rosie’s seat belt. I get up, and she barely stirs when I lift her into my arms.
“Enzo?” she murmurs, her eyes remaining closed.
“I’ve got you,bella mia.”
“Still love when you call me that,” she mumbles before exhaling a soft breath and settling against me again, falling fast asleep.
Dr. Milazzo is already standing near the door, his medical bag in one hand, while Nico, our head of security and Christiano’s main guard, lowers the stairs. He takes one look outside, then nods that it’s safe for us to proceed.
Georgi and the others hang back to bring the two prisoners while Dr. Milazzo disembarks first.
The second I step out of the jet, the cool New York air hits my face. I glance over the tarmac, seeing more of our men, the black Cosa Nostra ambulance, and the people who’ve spent the last two and a half months grieving Rosie.
The second Aunt Eden lays eyes on her daughter in my arms, a broken sound tears from her, and she breaks out into a run. Uncle Dario is right beside her, his face twisting with so much pain it almost stops me in my tracks.
Christ.
I keep walking, careful with every step, while Christiano stays close to me with the IV bag raised.
Aunt Eden reaches us first, but she stops herself from grabbing Rosie at the last second, her trembling hands hovering over her daughter’s face. “Oh, my baby,” she cries. “Rosie.”
Uncle Dario comes to a stop by Rosie’s head, and placing his hand on the side of her temples, he kisses her hair several times before groaning with relief.
“Rosie is okay,” I assure them, my voice sounding too rough from the emotions swirling in my chest. “She’s exhausted, and we’re taking her straight to the hospital, but she’s okay.”
Aunt Eden brushes trembling fingers over Rosie’s cheek before leaning in and giving her a kiss.
Rosie stirs, her lashes barely lifting, then she whispers, “Mom. Dad. I’m back.”
“Yes, you are,Rosellina,” Uncle Dario replies, his voice thick as he struggles not to cry. “We’ve missed you so fucking much.”
“I love you, baby,” Aunt Eden sobs. “Just get better. Okay?”
Rosie nods weakly before drifting back to sleep.
“Is it normal that she’s like this?” Aunt Eden asks. “So sleepy?”
Dr. Milazzo nods. “She’s been through a lot, Mrs. La Rosa. The best thing for Rosie right now is nutrition and rest. But I’d advise we leave for the hospital so I can do more checks and make sure there’s nothing seriously wrong.”
“Let’s go!” Uncle Dario snaps. “Move everyone.”
Only then do I get a glimpse of Gianna, standing near an SUV while wiping tears from her cheeks.
