C27 Cara

Rocco swore in his native Italian, as he bent down and lifted her from the floor. He carried her against his chest, instinctively finding the stairs and moving up them. “Where?” He demanded at the top of the landing.

She nodded to the door of the guest bedroom because it was closer and she was desperate. He placed her down on the bed gently, kissing the bandage on the side of her head