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Then Nino was leading me away, tucking me in the backseat of a car with his brothers in the front.
Nino reached for me, pulling my legs over his lap, and I went ahead and scooted close to rest my head on his chest, allowing the ride to lull me in and out of what had to be a shock and alcohol-induced sleep.
Because, again, Ishouldhave been freaking out.
The sound of male voices were like a lullaby, though, keeping me asleep until the car stopped moving, and a door was slamming, jolting me suddenly awake.
“It’s okay,” Nino assured me, his arms gathering me up.
Then he was sliding out of the car with me in his arms.
“I can walk,” I assured him.
“I know you can,” he said, but he didn’t put me down, like he couldn’t bring himself to let me go.
I liked that more than I should have, so I went ahead and kept any further objections to myself.
I had no idea where we were.
The hotel itself was unfamiliar to me, but then again, I had no idea how long we’d been driving since I’d been dozing.
It was a giant structure, all dark gray stucco and dark windows, like there was some sort of tint on them, preventing us from seeing inside even at night.
Nino carried me into the lobby that had a similar dark theme to it—gray, black, and dimmed lighting.
There was a man behind the desk, giving everyone a curious look, but Nino ignored him as we made our way to the private elevator.
Dante and Santo squeezed in the small space with us, then rode up to the penthouse.
The door opened into a small vestibule, and we walked toward another door that required a code instead of a key.
There was a beep, and then we were in.
To a hotel room that was bigger than anyhouseI had ever been inside before.
It was all the same dark tones from the outside and lower level, with giant floor-to-ceiling windows, a sunken living room area, a kitchen, and a door open to what looked like a bedroom that was bigger than the one in Nino’s house.
“Whoa.”
I didn’t realize I’d made the sound until Nino’s chest moved a bit with a chuckle.
“Yeah, it’s a little much,” he agreed. “But we never know how many people are going to need to stay here, or for how long.”
That made sense.
If the person in trouble had a family, and there were half a dozen people having to stay in the safe house, then, yeah, space would be important so no one went stir-crazy.
“Set the woman down, so she can help us write a list,” Dante demanded.
Nino walked me over to the couch, and carefully deposited me down, leaving me to arrange my skirt, being all-too aware that Santo knew that I was without panties at the moment.
Dante walked into the kitchen, pulling open a drawer, and coming back with a legal pad and pen.
“Alright. What are we getting you?”
“You could literally grab any of the clothes out of my dress…” I started, seeing all three men start to shake their heads at me as I said it. “No?” I asked.
“We can’t go to your house,” Dante said.
