Page 89 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

Ashton climbs to his feet. I stand, taking my son’s hand, keeping him close.

Alessandro yanks the French doors open and waits for us to trudge inside before shutting the glass doors and escorting us to the staircase.

I’m surprised he doesn’t walk us both up to the room that we’ve been sequestered to, but perhaps taking the stairs is a little too far out of his way. We’ve inconvenienced him. I can feel the energy and anger sizzling beneath the surface. At least he knows how to hold his tongue, especially in front of my child.

I open the bedroom door and let Ashton inside.

Where’s Aurielo? If he’s at work, why is Alessandro giving orders for us to hide up in the bedroom?

Something feels amiss.

Is it because of the attack yesterday and the threats of those men? Aren’t we supposed to be safe here?

It’ll be time for dinner soon enough, and I can’t imagine we’ll be forced to eat in the bedroom or, worse, go without dinner.

Aurielo wouldn’t be that cruel to his son. Would he?

“Can you color me a picture?” I ask Ashton.

I want to distract him while I have a look around.

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