Page 28 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

It’s time I get the hell out of here.

The doors ping open and I rush inside.

The bell boy goes to speak to me, but I can’t breathe.

I need to be outside. Now.

Why the hell is Andre dropping bodies on Lorenzo Rossi’s doorstep? From the sounds of it, they’re enemies, but what does that mean for Andre? Should I be grateful I’m even alive right now?

My stomach revolts, and for a second, I think I’m going to lose it.

Pulling out my phone, I ignore the dozen texts from Cassi and open up my uber app.

“Come on, come on.” I keep one eye on the little black car on the uber app as it drives up to the hotel and the other on the hotel door.

Does he know I’m gone yet? Will he come after me?

As soon as the uber gets there, I throw open the door to the car and slide inside.

Only when we’re far enough away do I look up at that wall of windows to where I know Andre will likely be standing.

“Here is fine,” I say to the driver as he pulls into my street fifteen minutes later.

I need to change out of this fucking dress, to wash away this night. But first, I need my laptop and decent internet.

As soon as I’m home, I sag against the door.

When my legs can hold me again, I go to my laptop on the small desk in front of the window.

I toss my shoes and purse onto my bed and take a seat, my fingers trembling as I type in my password.

I could just leave this at the door, literally.

Andre has no idea where I live, and I can let the memory of our night together be just that. A memory.

But my fingers are typing into Google before I can talk myself out of it.

Andre De Luca and Lorenzo Rossi.

I hold my breath as the page loads, an image of Andre’s handsome face appearing immediately. I try to ignore the dark eyes, the strong jaw, the perfect hair as I click the image and glance at the description beneath it.

My heart turns to ice as I read the words.

Fuck.

My stomach sinks.

I just slept with the don of the De Luca mafia.

9

ANDRE

The elevator pings as I’m on the phone with Marco, and I curse under my breath.

“What is it?” Marco asks.

“Nothing,” I grunt. “Just get this shit sorted and head back to the main house. I want us all out of the city tonight.”

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