Page 22 of Saved By A God
“You okay?” he asks, his sharp gaze boring into mine.
I take a sip before answering, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“I just want to see you happy, Enzo,” Mom says, her voice filled with worry. “Rosie too.”
“It would make me very happy if you dropped it, Mamma. Rosie is free to do whatever she wants, and I’m at peace with the fact that we will only ever be friends.” Setting the drink down, I give Dad’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’m fine. I promise. There’s no reason for the two of you to worry about me.”
Dad changes the subject by asking, “When are you going to trade in the Mustang?”
I give him an offended look. “Never. Don’t ever say that about my baby again.”
While my parents chuckle, my phone buzzes.
I pull it out of my pocket, and seeing a notification from Alessio, Rosie’s head guard, I quickly open it.
Alessio: Going shopping for groceries. Heading out in ten minutes.
“I have to go,” I say while typing out a quick reply.
Enzo: Wait for me.
“Why? You just got here,” Mom complains.
“Rosie is going out.” I walk to the door, then throw over my shoulder, “Love you both.”
“Be safe,” Dad calls out, while Mom says, “Love you most.”
Leaving the house, I jog to my Mustang. When I get in and start the engine, another message pops up.
DON’T NEED BABYSITTER.
“I don’t care,” I mutter as I reverse.
During the fifteen-minute drive, I worry about Rosie’s safety for the millionth time.
Augusto gave one of his most trusted men, Raffaele, to Rosie so she’d have an underboss who does all the dangerous work on her behalf. It happened right after the fucked up shit with the Yakuza.
Not long after that, Christiano also increased her guards to fifteen men but it still doesn’t feel like she has enough protection.
Rosie will shit herself if we add more, so for my peace of mind, I try to escort her as much as possible whenever she goes out.
Pulling up to the fortress, Rosie’s standing with her arms crossed and tapping her foot. She’s wearing baggy jeans and a purple T-shirt with the wordsGirls Ruleacross her breasts in big white letters. Her hair is up in pigtails.
Fucking cute.
I stop beside her and let down the passenger window. “Get in.”
“You’re impossible, you know? I have all the guards, plus Raffaele just got here.” I level her with a look that says it’snot negotiable, and letting out an annoyed sigh, she yanks the door open and slumps down into the bucket seat. “Nothing will happen on a short shopping trip.”
“Nothing will happen now that I’m with you,” I mutter.
“Ugh.” She pulls on the seat belt. “I’m going to fire Alessio. He’s a traitor.”
“You love him too much.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She glares at the guards as they all get into their SUVs, and Raffaele gives me a chin lift. “I’m going to spam them with something that will annoy the hell out of them.”
“Like you do with me.” I pull away and drive at a decent speed so the guards can keep up.
