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When our gaze connects, she abruptly halts her laughter, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Well, how did it go?” she asks, sliding out of the booth and wrapping her arms around me.
“We saved three more girls.”
Her brows furrow as she tosses back the rest of her drink.
“What’s the matter, baby? This is good, right?”
“There are still two missing, Frankie.”
I tighten my embrace, stroking her bare back. “I know. We will find them.”
Zara has taken this on like a personal vendetta. She feels responsible because of her father’s involvement. I get it. The woman has determination like no one I’ve ever met. That’s what makes her special.
Sienna waddles over with a fresh bottle of champagne and a glass of water for herself, taking a seat on her husband’s lap.
“Hey, Zara! Do you want another one?”
She looks up at me holding an empty flute on the verge of pouring.
“You deserve to let go. Enjoy yourself, baby.” I place a kiss on her temple.
“Yes please,” she says.
“Frankie?” Maddie asks.
“Is it your best stuff?” I ask Keller.
He chuckles. “You know I don’t serve shit in here.”
I slide into the booth next to Zara, resting my arm around her shoulder.
“Well, tonight was a success. Enzo is working with Mikhail to track down a location on Romano using his father’s links. The end to this is near.” I hold up my drink and the rest of the group joins.
“Do you think Luca and Rosa will come home when this is over?” Maddie asks.
“I’m sure they’ll be back, baby,” Grayson replies before kissing the side of her head.
Keller clenches his jaw and traces his hand up and down Sienna’s arm.
Having spoken to Luca and Rosa a few times, they are happy traveling through Europe. I won’t be forcing them to come back. They deserve a break. Looking at Keller’s face, he needs his brother. We all miss Luca’s sarcastic persona. Even me. We are their family. I’m sure they’ll return when the time is right for them.
“If not, then we will just have to go and visit them. I’d like to meet them,” Zara says with a smile.
“We will, dolcezza,” I reply, rubbing small circles lightly on her shoulder.
38
ZARA
As another wave of nausea washes over me and I tightly grip the toilet bowl with my hands. My stomach physically aches as I heave relentlessly.
I only had a few glasses of champagne last night. I don’t remember having a hangover like this since I was eighteen.
“Zara!” Frankie’s voice echoes into the bathroom.
“In here,” I call out. Just that alone has my mouth watering again.
