Page 46 of Hidden Rocco
Rocco patted her on her back which was the only thing that kept her sane as she curled Jacob over her shoulder. Rocco turned to the televisions to write down the license plate number.
Her entire body went cold. She turned to Rocco and said the obvious, “I don’t recognize that car.”
He had eyes and could see for himself, but the words helped her calm her nerves.
He traced his fingers up and down her back, then picked up her keys from her desk and placed them in her hand. “I’ll go down and find out who it is. Be prepared to get in your car and go.”
No. Her car was too far away. They should just call the police as this was now an intruder situation.
And if so, she was safe where she was.
The panic room she’d installed within her suite walls were there in case Ali’s men arrived. She lifted her chin and met Rocco’s gaze as she said, “No. My rooms are built like a bomb shelter. No one can get in here.”
He crossed his arms and his biceps bulged in his t-shirt. “How secure are these rooms? They might have automatic weapons or brute strength to break them down the walls.”
Heat rose in her face. She sucked in her bottom lip and let out a sigh as she said, “I should have told you a lot of things.”
He traced her cheek like he wanted to comfort her when she was the one holding secrets. “Like what?”
She ignored how her pulse quickened or how electricity from his touch coursed through her. “Like I know your name is Rocco Hellsworth and you have a… prison… record.”
This timehischeeks flamed and he backed away from her as he shook his head. “We can talk about that later. I’m here to help and protect you.”
Right now was all that mattered.
“The walls are bullet proof, fireproof and even flood proof for a few hours. No man can break through the walls.”
Her brother’s castle during the siege had been made of strong stones, but her hotel was modern. Now, hotels weren’t normally built to a code that protected from mass shootings, but Mica’s took everything she could imagine for danger into the design. After her own near death experience, she hadn’t thought she’d ever trust her instincts or in a man, until Rocco as she said, “I believe in you.”
He pushed her hair behind her ear and pressed his forehead to hers. His closeness calmed her and made it seem like she was in a cocoon where nothing might get to her. He said, “I won’t hurt you like your ex.”
“I believe that too.” She realized her son seemed content between them as he cooed and smiled.
Rocco stepped back and nodded at her like they were working together. “Good.” He then backed up and glanced around the suite like he was searching for her weapons. “You don’t have any more medical supplies in here.”
She should have added the refrigerator sooner, but she hadn’t wanted to be inconvenienced by delivery men so she’d pushed it off. Clearly a mistake.
If they called the police, Rocco could stay in here until whoever was in the white Tahoe left. Her heart began to race and her hands trembled.
This was a tell. No! She shoved her infant son into Rocco’s arms.
A second later, her body doubled over in agony.
She reached for Rocco’s shoulder. “I need my medicine.”
He gently ran his fingers over her son’s scalp, placed him in his crib, and handed her the meds from the cooler bag. “Got it….”
"I hope it works.” She swallowed the pills he’d given her.
But her entire body rolled in absolute torturous pain.
He squared his shoulders. “I’ll go and get all the rest of your medication and more formula from the refrigerator.”
At least her son was cooing his way to sleep.
Danger was out there. Her security team would have called the station already but still…she had to stop him.
Then Jacob gave a small cry.
