Page 46 of Taken By the Mafia King
“How are you?” Tommaso asked. “Were you able to knock down that door? I thought that’s what I heard.”
“No, but I tried.”
He gave me a soft smile and motioned to the bed. I arched my brow at him, crossing my hands over my chest.
“I’m just offering you a place to sit so we can talk for a while. I’m not making a move on you, Sera. You look like you could use a rest.” He winced a bit, and I turned my head to look in the mirror of a vanity next to the door. The bun on my head had slid sideways, and the hair around my forehead stood straight up. My face flushed a rosy pink. I smoothed my hair back and stuck out my chin as I sat on the very edge of his bed.
“Good, because Killian would kill us both.”
“I’m well aware of that.” He laughed and grimaced before adjusting himself carefully on the bed.
“You said you owed me a favor?”
“For saving my life. I’d use it wisely if I were you.”
“Is my father here?”
“That’s what you want the favor to be? Information? Abouthim?”
“I know you can’t let me out of this house.” I met his eyes. A silent understanding passed between us, and he nodded gravely. “I need to know.”
“Your father isn’t the man who was here this morning, no.”
“Then who was it? I heard Killian talking about it, that the man’s daughter was here. I thought he was talking about me.”
“He was talking about Delany Lombardi. Her father, Edoardo, went behind Killian’s back to sell information. That’s a death sentence.”
“Oh.” Unsure what else to say to that, relief rushed over me, but it was short-lived. I’d completely forgotten I wasn’t the only person being held captive in this house. “Can I meet her?”
“Delaney?”
“Yeah, I mean, we’re in a similar situation. I think it would be good for both of us to be able to talk to each other.”
Tommaso rolled his lip between his teeth in consideration. Before he could answer, Doctor Enstrom walked in, smiling broadly at the both of us.
“Ah, I was wondering when I’d see theRicci Guardian Angelagain.” He smiled warmly.
A nurse followed behind him with a cart of supplies. I glanced at Tommaso, who frowned and shifted away as the doctor approached the bed.
“Come to inspect my handiwork for yourself?” the doctor said.
“What? No,” I said hurriedly. “I was just… erm…”
Tommaso waved me off. “She was just leaving.”
Doctor Enstrom gave his nurse orders before frowning at me. “You don’t have to go. I was hoping to pick your brain about your medical training. It’s not every day a damsel like you can pull off a miracle like this.” He pointed his thumb at Tommaso, who gave me a bored, tired frown. “Stay.”
“Go,” Tommaso said.
I inched toward the door. “I’ll give you space. Nice to see you again, doctor.”
Out in the hall, I inhaled deeply, relief washing over me again. My father was not, in fact, here. For some reason that brought comfort. Not because I knew he was safe, but because I knew he wasn’t close by.
What’s happening to me?
Francesco leaned so silently against the wall to my right that I hadn’t known he was there. He pushed off. “Let’s go.”
I flinched.
