Page 47 of Hidden Rocco
Soon he’d have a large one.
She ignored the sharp pains that doubled her over and went to get him a bottle.
Rocco had already made it and placed the bottle in her son’s mouth.
She pressed her hand against a sharp muscle spasm at her waist and pointed toward a cabinet with her other hand. “Wait. I have a gun. Take it.”
His face went white. “The last thing I need is a firearm in my hand for when the officers arrive.”
Right. She should have told him before now. She lifted her chin and said, “Rocco-”
He strode to the door. “Tell me when I get back, and don’t be afraid to call for police when you can.”
“Remember to knock three times fast and one slow one.” She followed him and poked her head out the door.
No one was there. He caressed her arm until she glanced up at him. “Don’t come charging for me. Protect Jacob.”
True. Yes. Her son needed her. Despite how her body was like a train wreck, she nodded. He met her gaze for a second but then she closed and locked the door.
She returned to her office where her son now slept and she crossed her arms as she watched Rocco on her television screen via security camera.
He was alone and heading down the steps. She picked up her phone and called her assistant as her heart raced.
As Rocco went into the kitchen, she saw a dark shadow move stealthily. She pressed her hand to her chest. “Julie, connect me to Cardona.”
Julie said, “Sure thing. IT is still working on my computer.”
Mica’s hands trembled as a man came from behind Rocco and knocked him down, smashing her crystal vase over his head.
Her mouth opened to scream but she was aware of not alarming Jacob. “Have Cardona call me in two minutes.”
Without another word she hung up.
Rocco had jumped to his feet and knocked the man back.
She needed to help. She needed him alive! She picked up her phone again and dialed the police.
The man who was inches shorter than Rocco pounded against his waist like he was a boxer.
This was bad. If her son wasn’t here, she’d scream and run to help, but she knew she couldn't leave this suite. The operator answered and said, “911. What’s the nature of your emergency?”
She hoped her voice didn’t scare her son as she spoke fast and said, “This is Mica Murphy at the Breakers Resort. I’d like to report a break in--my bodyguard is currently taking a beating.” Her father once said police respond better to guns so she studied the screen and saw a gun holstered at the man's side.
She swallowed. Any moment she could lose Rocco. “They’re armed and intend to kill me and my infant son if they find us.”
“We’ll send a police car.” The operator asked, “Are you and your child in a safe location?”
Rocco’s face was being used as a whipping post. She stood taller but told the operator, “We’re fine, but my bodyguard won’t be.” And then the CEO voice she’d honed in herself for years took over. “Send the squadron because I intend to shoot if anyone comes in this room.”
“A car is already en route.”
Without another word Mica hung up and walked to the TV that displayed the camera feed.
She winced like she’d been hit and not Rocco, but then she saw Rocco take the food processor and crash it on the man’s head.
He fell back and Rocco had the advantage in that moment.
The police needed to get here soon. What was taking so long? Her phone rang and she considered ignoring it but read her lawyer's name.
