Page 19 of The Mafia's Desire

Sara stiffened at the threat in the man’s tone but relaxed when Beth giggled. She relaxed a bit more when the man looked somehow softer as he stared at his wife.

Beth introduced the people around the table to Sara. She might be able to remember only half, but it was a start.

The dinner was pleasant but seemed to go on forever. Maids picked up the last few dishes and set a bowl of orange ice cream in front of her. It was such a small bowl that it would only take three normal bites to eat.

“Where the fuck is she?” she heard someone yell, and then Alastair sighed. If Beth hadn’t looked amused, Sara would have been afraid. The person sounded demented.

“Who is that?” she asked Beth. The people at the table that heard her laughed.

“You’ll find out in a few seconds,” Duncan, Angel’s husband, said.

Sara’s eyes widened when Ethan came through the door with a look very much like Alastair’s. He scanned the area, spotted her, and headed right to her.

He pulled out her chair. “What it the world are you doing?” she asked.

Ethan picked her up. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

“Why? I feel much better.”

“It was only three days ago.”

There was a slight struggle, but he was determined about her going back to bed. Sara finally gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She saw the girls trying not to laugh and failing pitifully and decided to get back at them a bit.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried,” she said loudly. “The girls told me that women heal much faster than men because we’re stronger than you and not such babies.” She was pleased to hear most of them moan as the men got after them for the insult.

Faith scowled at her. “You did that on purpose.”

Sara waved as Ethan carried her out of the room and smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Several people in the dining room laughed, and she heard Angus say she fit right in. It was something she’d never heard or felt before, and it was wonderful.

Chapter Ten

“Good evening, sir.”

“Hello, Martin,” Ethan said as he passed the butler on his way upstairs to see Sara.

Something inside him panicked when he couldn’t see her in the room, and the bed sheets were cold. He couldn’t see any evidence that she’d been there before, and it freaked him out. He knew he was being irrational, but he didn’t care.

“Where the hell is she?” he bellowed as he raced down the steps.

“Sir, she’s in the dining room,” Martin said.

Ethan scanned the dining room quickly until he saw her and then headed toward her, ignoring his family’s chuckles and smiles. She looked beautiful and healthy, but he couldn’t get the picture of what she looked like a few days ago, broken and bloody, out of his head.

He took her back up to the bedroom, but this time he took her to his.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To my room where you belong.” He should have done this yesterday.

He felt her stiffen, but she didn’t say anything or fight him. After he closed the door behind him, he locked it and set her on the bed. Ethan took a step back and pulled off his suit jacket, never taking his eyes off her.

“What are you doing?” Sara asked.

“We’re getting ready for bed. I’m tired, and you need more sleep.”

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