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“Every last one of them,” he confirmed. “Now give your girl her skirt, so we can get you two somewhere safe.”
With that, I gave Savannah her skirt, then got myself dressed. Even took a minute to pack some clothes for myself, trying not to be too pissed about the bullet wedged in my dresser.
“Will there be clothes for me?” Savannah asked, making me turn to find her watching me from the doorway of the bathroom, the bottle of scotch still in her hand.
“Thought we covered this. You don’t need any clothes around me,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood as her gaze moved around the room, checking out the glass and bullet holes.
“That’s true,” she agreed, walking up behind me, resting her cheek to my back, and wrapping her arms around my stomach. “You saved me,” she said, voice thick.
Only after putting her in this situation to begin with.
But I figured it was better not to keep bringing that up.
Instead, I turned in her arms, wrapping her up in mine instead.
“I’m sorry about all this, sweetheart.”
“Hey, if I’m going to be a mafia guy girlfriend, I have to be calm in the face of bullets, right? I mean, uhm, not that I am your girlfriend or anything. I mean, if this is casual, then that’s, you know, okay. And…”
“Hey,” I cut her off. “It’s not casual,” I assured her.
I didn’t know much right then, but I knew that much.
“Okay. Good. So, what’s a safe house like?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Savannah
I should have been losing my mind.
Rationally, I knew that.
And, sure, an argument could be made for the liquor. I’d never really indulged in hard alcohol, and I could feel the way the liquid fire down my throat became a warm sensation moving through my veins, making me feel light and fuzzy.
I’d never been much of a drinker before. A glass of wine here or there. Nothing really to excess. So I had no idea how much it would impact me when I had several long swigs of it.
I’d been surprised how much I stumbled when trying to get into my shirt, then how much I was relying on Nino’s hand in mine as he led me down the stairs.
My brain was a little swimmy as I said hello to all the men gathered around the lower level, most of them in suits, with only a few looking like they had rolled out of bed or come over from the gym.
All of them, though, were almost ridiculously good-looking.
And they all had concern in their eyes as they looked back at me.
“Dante, Santo, why don’t you two take your brother and Savannah to the hotel?” the leader, Luca said, producing the key to the elevator, and offering it to Nino. “You do not leave the hotel room, do you get that?” he asked, tone firm. “Not for any reason.”
“Savannah is going to need some things,” Nino said.
“Give a list to your brothers. They can bring it by. I’m assuming there’s a family code word you can use to let each other know it’s safe.”
“Yes,” Nino confirmed, his hand giving mine a harder squeeze.
“Savannah, we will get this all worked out,” Luca said, looking at me.
“I’m sure you will,” I agreed, wondering if I was speaking slowly, or if that was my brain processing things differently.
“Go on. Go get her safe, get her some rest. We will be in contact,” he said, giving me a tight smile.
