“Sorry,” she mumbled.
Klaus chuckled. “Come here, my love.”
She went to him with ease, and he pulled her down onto his lap as Evan smiled at me and grabbed some pizza. He was in a good mood. He got his Rosie.
“Are you OK?” Church turned his full attention to Rosalie.
She nodded, her cheeks still flushed pink.
He studied her for a moment before he seemed satisfied.
“Tomorrow,” I said, looking at Rosalie as Evan handed her some pizza. “Early morning. You know the drill, songbird.”
“I do.” She sighed before biting into her pizza and chewing. Klaus tightened his hold on her and pressed a kiss to her temple, which made her smile.
“We have everything in place,” I continued. “We have extra men helping out, and all will be well.”
“I know.” She gave me a sweet, reassuring smile. She trusted us with her life, and we’d damn well make sure she was taken care of.
We went over a few things with her, and by the end of the night, I felt confident everything would be OK. Ryder went back to his suite, and Church retreated to his room in our suite after his phone rang with a call from Stitches.
Evan held a sleeping Rosalie in his arms, his eyes closed and his breathing deep. I lay next to him as Klaus lay on his other side beside Rosalie.
“What do you think about all of this?” I asked softly into the darkened room.
“I think I’m willing to kill someone,” Klaus replied in a low, fierce voice.
“Me too,” I murmured.
“Well, let’s hope we don’t end up having to do that. I’ve been working on killing less. I’d hate to have to start my streak over,” he muttered.
I smiled in the dark at that. I’d started my streak over, too, when Rosalie became my girl, but I had no issues killing again if it meant she was safe.
You could take the mobster out of the mafia, but you could never take the mafia out of the mobster.
We were clearly a testament to that.
11
ROSALIE
Iadjusted my skirt and blew out a breath.
“I like your hair,” Cas commented. “Did you finally wash it today?”
I snorted at him and eyed his bright blue hair. “Maybe. I like your hair. Did you dip it into toilet water?”
He snickered at me. “It’s Hex’s fault. He had me bent over the toilet railing into me.”
“Man, fuck off,” Hex muttered. “You and your stupid fantasies. Go read your romance novel.” He threw a paperback at him, which was definitely a romance novel.
I raised my brows at that.
Cas shrugged. “I saw in a forum online that I’d be the perfect book boyfriend, and I was compared to this dude.” He held up the romance novel. “Figured maybe I could pick up more chicks this way. They like the sweet, sensitive sort.”
“Which you’re not.” Bane mussed up Cas’s hair. “You chew with your mouth open and pronounce the T in often. You also don’t wear underwear.”
“They chafe.” Cas looked at me and shrugged. “You know how tight my pants are.”
