Page 7 of Be With Me
CRASH.
My heart slammed into my ribs. I froze, fingers gripping the edge of the sink, breath caught in my throat.
Someone had just barged into the room.
And neither of the voices coming from out there belonged to Nina.
CHAPTER3
MIA
“Calm down.” A man’s deep voice drifted through the crack in the bathroom door. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m tired of this,” a woman said, her speech slightly slurred. “I can’t stand him. The way he talks to me. The way he looks at me. Just listening to him chew makes me want to break a plate over his head. I’mdone.”
Crap.
Why didn’t I close the bathroom door all the way?
There was a five-inch gap through which they could spot me if they moved to the other side of the room.
I backed away from the sink until my shoulder blades touched the cold tile wall. I was slightly more hidden here.
“You’re drunk. Go home, Harper. We can talk in the morning once you sleep this off.”
“No! I FUCKING LOVE YOU, ROMOLO!”
My breath caught.
Romolo?
As in,Romolo Ferraro?
The youngest of the three Ferraro brothers, or as my dad called them, Gino Ferraro’s spawns.
Like their father, they were criminals. I didn’t know which crimes they were guilty of, just that there were many. My dad didn’t share his research with me, and I’d never been tempted to ask. It was his passion. His purpose.
I had my own. And it had nothing to do with taking down criminals.
“Lower your voice.” Romolo’s tone was filled with warning.
Cold sweat sprang from my pores. He sounded scary. Dangerous. A little mean.
“Kiss me. Just kiss me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Get off me,” he snapped.
Okay. He soundeda lotmean.
“The cab just messaged,” he said. “He’s outside. Let’s go.”
“Romolo. Oh, Romolo. Didn’t you hear me? Iloveyou.”
She moaned his name like a porn star.
I winced.
Yikes. I felt bad for her. But also… had she completely lost the plot? The guy radiated jerk energy.
