“For future reference,liunissa, no one ever enters my room unless I ordered them to. Like with the food. May I press a kiss to your temple?”
The courtesy was cute. Especially because of how he’d been all over me when he’d first found me.
“You may.” Lips twitching at my own formal response, I snuggled into him.
Rory: I’ll be in NYC in seven hours
“Could you ask her if Hunter’s incoming?”
“Sure.”
Stan: Will Hunter be with you?
Rory: Of course. He wants to figure out how your security was breached
Rory: When are you going to get a hacker for us? I’m sick of my husband having to do two jobs!
“Tell her that Star Sullivan is finding us someone.”
When I’d been stuck in that room, contemplating rape, death, and everything in between, wondering if I’d make it out alive, refusing to let them take my life without a fight, I’d never imagined I’d be acting as Stan’s transcriber with the Consigliere of the Sicilian mafia.
His sister.
Or that I’d be going to his family home.
Where his momactuallylived.
Honestly, this kind of chaos was exactly what I needed to stop my emotions from imploding.
Rory: Is Kitty still typing this?
Stan: Yes. (Hi?)
Rory: Jesus Christ. No offense, Kitty, but I don’t feel like discussing illegal acts with you as a go-between
Rory: My brother’s a moron. You’ve been warned. But he loves hard. He loves well. And he’ll make you happy if you let him.
Rory: This’ll be the last compliment you hear from me about him. (Idiot, frate)
“Tell her that I think she’s cute,duci.”
Stan: He says to tell you you’re cute (Obviously, he has a death wish)
Rory: ()
Sharing in his amusement, I turned his phone screen off then carefully returned it to his pocket, ignoring the vibration when it buzzed again and he didn’t ask me to show it to him.
I knew why.
No matter what Rory had to say, it didn’t matter more than me.
“You can kiss my temple whenever you want,” I said shyly.
“Thank God.Grazii,liunissa.” He promptly dropped one right on my hairline.
That was the moment I accepted that I’d be okay.
Sure, I was in for a world of aches for the next few days, a world of tears, a world of frantic emotions that I probably wouldn’t be able to keep a lid on, but I’d get through this. I would. Not only because Catriona Frasier was a fighter, but because if Icouldn’tfight, I had two mafia brotherhoods who would on my behalf.
