Page 110 of Ruthless Secrets
“She was driving home from work when someone…” Marco’s throat bobs as he tries to keep himself composed. “Someone shot her.”
“Oh, my god. Was it a hit and run?”
Stuff like this happens in movies all the time, but you never think about it happening in real life.
“It was a revenge killing.”
“For what? Who would do that?”
“To get back at my father.”
It’s almost too much for me to comprehend.
Marco lost the woman he loved because someone wanted revenge against his father. What kind of sick and twisted world did he grow up in?
“I’m so sorry.” I throw my arms around his neck and hold him. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“I never thought I would be able to get over it and I guess in some ways, I’m still not there. But I’m trying.”
“Me too.”.
I tryto hide the tears in my eyes from Marco as we get our clothes back in place.
My heart is being ripped out of my chest every time I look at him.
Marco kisses me on the forehead. “I’m going to get Lila and Rosa. I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.”
My throat is too thick to speak, so I just nod.
Once he leaves, I don’t give myself any time to cry. Right now, I need to focus on getting Zoe out of here, so I head next door to my room and turn on the bedside light. Immediately, Zoe starts stirring in her crib, so I freeze, hoping that she’s in deep enough of a sleep that I’ll be able to pack without waking her up.
A door slams down the hall and immediately, Zoe starts wailing.
“Shh…” I go and pick her up.
There’s no point trying to get her back to sleep when I’ll have to put her in the car. I really need to pack, but she’s inconsolable from being woken up so suddenly.
Thankfully, Marco appears to take her downstairs, and my heart breaks even more when I watch her cuddle into his chest.
I’m throwing the last of Zoe’s things into her bag when my phone pings from the bedside table where I’ve plugged it in to charge.
Marco hasn’t told me anything about where we’re going,and I don’t want to get stuck without a way of contacting him.
I glance at the screen and frown when I seeinmate callflashing on the screen.
“What the hell?”
The only person I know to be incarcerated is my brother, Ben, and he doesn’t have my number.
This must be some kind of mistake. Even if he wanted my number, the correctional case manager would have to contact me first to ask for my permission, and I sure as hell haven’t given it.
I wait until the screen goes blank before grabbing it off the bedside table and opening up my call log. The last thing I need right now is for Marco to see this, so I quickly erase the list before turning my phone off.
Shoving my phone into my bag, I try to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut as I head downstairs to the living room where Marco is waiting for me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
MARCO
