Salvatore: a Dark Mafia Romance by Natasha Knight Page A

minute.
    I pocketed the phone and ran out the door. On my way down the stairs, I heard a voice I recognized as Marco’s. I paused on the stairs, listening.
    “She’s got a visitor.”
    He must have been talking into a phone because I didn’t hear another voice. He mumbled, “Okay, boss,” and hung up.
    When I heard his footsteps, I headed down the stairs, noting the room he’d come from. He looked up at me.
    “Good afternoon.”
    Marco was always around, but at least he stayed out of my way. “Afternoon.”
    I heard a car door close and turned toward the front door. From the side window, I spotted my sister taking in the mansion before opening the back door to help Effie out.
    “Your sister’s here,” Marco said, reaching the front door ahead of me.
    “I can see that.”
    “Mr. Benedetti has given his permission for you to see her.” He opened the door, but his comment made me stop and turn to him.
    “Really? He’s given his permission?” Asshole.
    Marco faced me and was about to say something, but Isabella spoke first.
    “Well, it is remote and it is protected,” she said. “I wasn’t sure they were going to open the gates for a minute there.” She came right to me, looked me over from head to toe, and pulled me in for a hug.
    I yielded right away, her warmth something I’d missed, something I cherished. It made me feel protected.
    “Izzy.” I used the name I used to call her when I was little and couldn’t say her full name. It had stuck. I was the only person who called her that.
    She pulled back and looked at me. I wiped at my eyes but apparently not quickly enough because I saw the concern in hers. She glanced at Marco, who stood stupidly watching us.
    I hated him.
    “Mommy.” Effie tugged on her mom’s skirt. “The gift.”
    Her high-pitched voice made me smile. She held up a box. I could see from the torn wrapping that it contained chocolates.
    “Why don’t you give it to Aunt Lucia, and explain why the wrapping’s been torn.”
    Effie turned to me and offered up the box. “I started to open it for you to help you.”
    “Is that really why?” Izzy asked.
    I gave Izzy a look. So did Effie.
    I bent down to take the box from her, trying to keep a straight face. “Is this what I think it is? My favorite chocolates?” I asked, picking up an end of the wrapping and peeking inside the torn paper. “Maybe you can help me get the rest of the wrapping off.” She happily took the box and tore off the gift wrap.
    “Yep. They’re my favorite too.” She reluctantly held the box out to me.
    “You hold on to it. We should probably eat some, though. What do you think?”
    “I definitely think we should eat some!”
    I straightened and looked around, noticing how Marco hovered. “Let’s go into the living room.”
    With a hand on the top of Effie’s head, I followed him to the spacious room adjoining the dining room. The sun shone bright, and the swimming pool glistened blue just beyond the large patio.
    “God, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Izzy asked.
    “It is.”
    “Did you bring my swimsuit, Mommy?” Effie asked, her attention focused on the pool.
    I looked at my sister, who rolled her eyes.
    “I didn’t know they had a pool, so no.”
    Effie gave her a look, which made me cover my mouth to hide the chuckle.
    “How would I know? It’s my first time here,” Izzy protested.
    “How about something to drink,” I asked just as Rainey walked in. She smiled warmly, and I introduced everyone.
    “What would you like? I have some homemade lemonade maybe for the little one?”
    “Actually, for me too,” Izzy said.
    “Homemade?”
    Izzy nodded.
    “Make it three then, please,” I said. Rainey had been my only point of contact over the last couple of days. My world had always been small, but now, it had become miniscule.
    Rainey nodded and returned to the kitchen. Marco remained in the room with us. Izzy and I both eyed him while Effie worked on getting the plastic off the box of