Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,66

imagined when I thought of where Christian lived. I just imagined him in that pent house at the club. So I figured he’d live somewhere similar.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

When Georgiou pulled up at the gated entrance and tapped in a password into the panel I knew the house the gates were supposed to protect must look spectacular.

It absolutely did. as we drove down the drive and the house came into view my mouth fell open at the sight. It looked comparable to a stately home but with a European edge I’ve seen common in the houses in France and Spain. Almost gothic looking. The house is massive and the grounds vast. What I see goes on for acres and there’s a little lake far off in the distance.

A few years before Mom died we went on a European tour. We went for the month and visited several countries. It was nice. That was the year I finished high school. Mom saved up and wanted to treat me for getting into Julliard. It was amazing. That was just before she got sick. At that time we didn’t know how sick she was. She hadn’t even gone to the doctors yet. The disease hadn’t gotten to a stage where she noticed. It wasn’t until the after that it hit her.

She truly loved Europe and loved the houses. We stayed in a chateau in France and she adored it.

Miguel’s home in Columbia was a mansion and it was amazing with that exotic feel to it. When we got there I thought I’d arrived in heaven. The fact that it was right by the beach too and had all those tropical plants surrounding the property was a bonus.

But it was nothing like this.

Both Rosie and me were staring at the house in amazement and the interior was even more spectacular than the exterior.

It just made me wonder how much Christian must make, and his money. He gave me ten grand easy without the flicker of an eyelid and that offer of a million dollars was like easy money to him. It’s foolish to question things like that when I know the answers. I had proof of what he is earlier when I heard those gun shots and I’ve seen his power.

They all exuded the same vibe of power.

The doctor was the first to see me minutes after we got to the house. He was a tall elderly Italian man with bright blue eyes and a mid-length beard. He examined me and gave me some painkillers, along with some ointment for the bruises.

He left a little while ago with instructions to rest. Georgiou was as nice as Christian when it came to Rosie and he insisted that I follow the doctors’ orders and sleep while he took care of Rosie.

I barely had much choice because the painkillers made me drowsy. I wouldn’t normally fall asleep and allow a stranger to take care of my child but I knew I was doing more damage to myself by fighting to stay awake and ignoring the plain fact that I was beaten up. Badly beaten up, and I was just lucky nothing more was done to me.

I fell asleep in a beautiful room that looked like it was pulled from a fairytale. I remember stirring from my slumber and seeing Christian’s face hovering over me. Then falling asleep again, waking and feeling Rosie’s little arms around me.

When I stir again the bright rays of the sun make me shut my eyes. I’m not sure if it’s still the same day or the next day. Since there’s no clock on the wall and I no longer have a phone I don’t know what the time is.

The first thing I notice though is my face doesn’t have the deep pain anymore. When I touch it the soreness is still there to touch but the pain in my cheekbones is gone. Rosie is next to me in a deep sleep so I don’t wake her.

Carefully I get off the bed and see the boxes in the corner from the apartment. Christian was here. I did see him.

I open the box with my things and take out some clothes to change into and my toiletries. I then make my way into the little Ensuite bathroom. My reflection comes into view in the long mirror and I’m relieved to see that I look more like myself. the bruises are still there but the swelling is virtually gone. I shower, wash my