“Thanks for letting me stay,” I whisper faintly.
“Don’t give me a reason not to trust you,” she reminds me. “My kids are here.”
She’s going out on a limb here. I know that she is. But hopefully she knows by now if I was going to kill her, or anyone, I would have already. If I wanted her dead, I would have let the Colombos kill her back in the club all those months ago and we all would have gotten off scot-free.
“I won’t…” I grumble. “Sleeping in your room?”
She rolls her eyes and shuts the door behind us. “You wish…”
It’s been a few weeks since getting out of the hospital. Mywisheshaven’t really come true. I definitely wasn’t sleeping in her room with her. I was on the couch. Day in and day out. I had to watch her sexy ass walk by me, wrapped in nothing but a towel, to her room … every…single…day.
I had to live with that temptation.
And I’m finally getting strong enough to get around the suite by myself.
I can’t help but wonder when I’m moving to another room. It’s nice enough for her to let me stick close, though.
Even if I am her errand boy…
Holding her cup of coffee tightly, I twist the door handle to the penthouse suite. It’s been a long, grueling few weeks. I’ve had to prove myself in every way imaginable. But, I’m still here. So I must be doing something right…
I wipe my eyes and yawn as I walk through the front door. I’m tired. I’ve been doing a lot of sleeping lately. But it’s like no amount is enough.
“Surprise!” A booming and thunderous crowd of people screams out together. The sound knocks me backward into the wall.
All of Aria’s kids, Luigi, Frankie, and a few other of her men surround, with a huge banner that says, “Happy Birthday!”
Whose birthday is it?
And why are they all looking at me?
I look at Aria. “What is all this?” I ask, confused.
She chuckles.
Everyone laughs in unison but I don’t understand the joke.
“What day is it?” Aria asks, her brow raised.
“Someone’s birthday?” I laugh. “Clearly…”
I just hope it’s not Aria’s…
I know she told me when her birthday was… I just… don’t know if I can recall it right now. With everyone looking at me.
“It’s July 19th…”
And that’s when the realization hits me.
It’smybirthday…
I smell wings and my stomach grumbles with anticipation. I love wings…
A rolling scrape of something being pushed around sounds out and it’s growing closer. My ears perk at just the time that Tomasso drags around a cart, and on it, is a large cake.
The words, “Happy Birthday” are written in cursive, and underneath…
Is the word…
