Page 114 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Thanks, Lila.”

“Do you fancy watching a movie or something tonight? Andre is working, and I’ve got no plans, obviously.”

“I think I might have an early night if that’s ok.” Rosa doesn’t look at me. “I fancy a nice bubble bath and some Bridgerton.”

“You know, I might join you with that. In my own bathroom, obviously.” I laugh.

I also make a mental note to give Cassi a call. She’s been blowing up my phone over the past week, wondering where I am when I didn’t show up to meet her for coffee before work.

I’ve been as vague as I can, not wanting to catch myself in a web of lies that I can’t unravel, but she deserves to know I’m ok. I don’t want her to worry.

“See you for breakfast?” Rosa gets to her feet.

“Sounds good.”

I finish my dinner and head upstairs to run myself a bath. There’s an assortment of oils and salts lining the jacuzzi tub, and I add generous amounts of most of them to the water.

“This beats my crappy shower.”

I turn on the TV built into the wall and load Netflix. I strip out of my clothes and slide into the warm water, moaning as I inhale the lavender and vanilla scent of the oils.

Part of me hopes that Andre will be back soon to join me in the bath, but I never know with him. He still keeps so much of his life secret, which I know is for my own protection, but it only makes me worry more.

I turn on Friends to try and distract myself, long enough for my eyelids to start feeling heavy.

Reluctantly, I climb out of the bath and pull on a more modest pair of pajamas. It’s clear Andre is the one who stocked my wardrobe from the copious amounts of lace and silk, but seeing as he won’t be around to enjoy them tonight, I slip into the cotton check trousers and oversized T-shirt.

I’m asleep before my head even hits the pillow.

Ringing from my phone rouses me from sleep.

My eyes are blurry as I blindly search for my phone on the nightstand, not even looking to see who’s calling before I swipe the answer button.

“Hello?” I croak.

“Lila?”

I sit up at the hint of panic in Rosa’s voice. Her voice sounds muffled, and there’s music blaring in the background.

“Rosa?” I reach for the light. “Is everything ok?”

“Uh… N-no, not really.” Her voice cracks.

I’m throwing off the covers, tucking my phone between my cheek and shoulder as I hastily dash into the dressing room in search of clothes.

“What’s going on? Why do I get the impression you aren’t in your room?”

“Because I’m not.” Rosa’s voice is thick with tears.

I let out a long breath.

“Rosa, where are you?”

“I’m at Vision.”

“What? You’re fifteen! How the hell did you get in?”

“You can get in anywhere if you flash enough cash, Lila.”

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