Page 34 of Saved By A God
“Four.”
Relenting, I nod.
“He said we…” She gestures between us. “…might as well live together. You spend more time here than anywhere else.”
Shaking my head, I load everything into the dishwasher before looking at Rosie again, and noticing the tired lines on her face, I say, “Go lie down on the couch. You need more sleep.”
“I’m too tired to argue,” she sighs while getting up. As she walks to the living room, she asks, “You coming?”
“Yeah.”
We each pick a couch and slump down. I expect Rosie to put on the TV for background noise, but instead, she closes her eyes and whispers, “Thanks for being here.”
“Always.”
While she falls asleep, I stare up at the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge that my brother is right.
Chapter9
Rosie
Since Enzo made sure I got some rest a few days ago, things have felt off between us.
I can’t place my finger on what’s changed, though.
I’m halfway through checking that all the trackers are active for every single person in the Cosa Nostra when every monitor in the control room suddenly flashes red.
A frown shoots to my forehead as I mutter, “What the hell?”
At first, I think someone is trying to hack into my system again, and my fingers fly over the keyboard, but then the exterior feeds flood my screens.
Ice pours into my veins, and my mind comes to a screeching halt as I stare at every single security camera showing sedans, Jeeps, and SUVs pulling up around my building.
Oh God!
My heart instantly sets off at a terrifying pace as I watch heavily armed men with balaclavas over their heads pour from the vehicles, spreading out with military precision.
Is it the CIA?
“Shit!” I shriek as I quickly glance over all the camera feeds again. Patching directly into the guards’ communication channel, I shout, “Alessio, we’re under attack! I have no idea who they are.”
“We see them!” he answers immediately, then I hear Raffaele order, “Everyone into defensive positions. If it moves, you kill.”
The next instant, gunfire explodes through the speakers, causing a chill to spread over my body.
This isn’t happening.
The western cameras show Patrick and Andre taking cover behind reinforced barriers while muzzle flashes light up the area. Andre manages to drop a couple of men before a bullet hits him right in the face. “Andre!” The horrified scream is torn from me as his blood sprays into the air while his body crumples beside the barrier he was using for cover.
I don’t think this is a government agency.
The realization makes a chill sweep down my spine.
My hands fly up to cover my mouth as I watch Patrick firing shot after shot until an explosion throws him back while smoke and dust fill the air.
“Oh, God. We’ve lost Andre and Patrick,” I tell everyone, my voice hoarse from the shock and panic.
Another feed expands automatically when it picks up a lot of movement, and my heart sinks when I see Alessio dragging Joey behind one of the guard houses while he keeps shouting orders at the others. Jamal and Smoke are trying to stop a group pushing in from the south side.
