First Steps

Rachel POVI sat at the head of the dining table, watching the kids eat.The room was warm. Loud enough, between the scraping of cutlery and Matteo's running commentary about everything on his plate. Thalia ate quietly, methodical as always.But Leo was barely eating at all. He pushed his food around his plate in slow, distracted circles, his eyes somewhere far away.It had been a week since Damien and the others left. A week of waiting, of guards watching my every move, of pretending to be calm for three children who needed someone to be calm for them. The situation hadn't moved. The Raven was still out there. Marcus was still out there.And I was stuck here with no way to reach either of them.I wanted to do something. Fix something. I just didn't know how."Leo, come on. Eat." I nudged him gently.Leo sighed, nodding without enthusiasm, picking up his fork and pushing a piece of food into his mouth like it was the hardest thing he'd done all week.

Coffee

Rachel POVI sat calmly with Leo beside me, drawing next to him and Thalia while I waited for news from Mark. A few days ago, I had told him my plan. Soon I would be able to reach Marcus, but first he needed an excuse to take me out of the safe house without raising suspicion."Mrs. Montrel."I turned to see Miss Clara walking toward me, her face calm but her eyes curious. "I heard you were planning on going shopping for the kids today."I nodded, relieved that this must be Mark's excuse. "Yes, just a few toys to keep them distracted with everything that's happening.""I understand," she said, "but I could go for you. You could stay here with the kids. It's best for you to relax."Leo looked up from his sketch. "You're going shopping?""Yeah, a few toys for you all," I said, pinching his cheek lightly before turning back to Clara. "It's fine. My guard will carry the heavy loads." I stood up. "And I'm tired of being cooped up inside. A little ride won't hu

Protect You At All Costs

Rachel POVI stepped into the coffee shop. The smell of rust filled my nose as the old floorboards squeaked beneath my feet, and I straightened my back against the creepy, hollow atmosphere.Then I saw Marcus near the back. Before I could reach him, he crossed the room and pulled me into a deep, crushing hug.For a second, I went stiff. Then tears prickled at my lashes, and I hugged him back. This was what Mark had been worried about? Marcus would never hurt me. He loved me. He was just going through something dark. I breathed in his familiar scent-soap, coffee, something warm and safe-and let myself feel held.When he finally pulled back, his hands came up to cup my face. His touch was gentle, but his eyes burned with restrained anger."Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. His voice was low and tight.I didn't flinch. I just gave a small, awkward smile. "So you know now..."Marcus let go of my face and sighed, deep and heavy. Then he took my hand and led m

All Chapters of Caring For The Mafia Son: Chapter 131 - Chapter 133

First Steps

Coffee

Protect You At All Costs