Page 22 of Risking the King


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“Can you check on her in an hour? And text me, please?”

She moved Marcello in her arms. “Yes, of course. Now, go already, will you? We’ll be fine.”

I nodded and turned to say my goodbyes to the still bustling breakfast table before I walked out into the hall.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours. No one is expected except Mafalda. Mr. Rosetti is leaving soon for the office,” I informed the lead security guy. I had two more on this floor. And one upstairs at all times.

I fucking hated having people in my house. But this shit couldn’t be helped. Not with a madman on the loose.

“Very good, Mr. Sovrano. I’ll inform everyone else. Have a good morning.”

Yeah. A good morning.

With my woman upstairs. Still suffering.

Although she was a little bit better. She stopped biting our heads off.

Most of the time.

And she allowed the counselor in three times a week.

I really wished I could sit in on their little discussions. But it was enough that Giselle was at least trying to get better.

She was moving around more.

Not a lot.

But more.

She still hadn’t come out of our room.

Hopefully, that would happen soon.

I shoved all of that to the back of my mind. Right now, I was taking a much-needed break and heading off to the lumber store. To make my little girl’s dreams come true.

9

Giselle

“Oh, my gosh,” Eve burst into my room. “Giselle, I need your help. Oh, my gosh!” she was panicked.

I sat up in bed as she rushed across the room to the bassinet. She deposited the baby in there and ran to my side of the bed.

“I was holding Theo, and he reached down and touched a hot pan. His little hand is fried. I have to take him to the emergency room. Nick is an hour away, but he’s leaving now to meet me at the hospital. I’ll take the kids with me. But I can’t take Marcello.”

I gazed over at the baby—and then it finally computed.

She wanted me to look after the baby.

My eyes grew wide, and I shook my head. “No, I can’t. You have to take him.”

She looked out the door and then back at me. “Carlo said he’s twenty minutes away. You can do twenty minutes, Giselle. He’ll probably just sleep, anyway. I’m sorry, I have to go. Now.”

And then she sprinted out of my bedroom, not even shutting the door behind her.

I sighed and got up. My pain was better, but it wasn’t all gone.

I walked over and shut the door. I didn’t like the security guy being able to see inside.

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