Bella (A Sagatori Family Saga a Mafia Romance Book 4) by Kimberly Blalock Page B

ears as she leaned over me. “Bella, the baby needs food. You must take care of yourself.”
    My eyes pinned to Jax. I was upset that someone knew my secret and knew before Jax was able to find out. I think that hurt more than anything. My heart beat fast in my chest waiting to see what else she would say. When she didn’t speak, I turned towards her. She held her hands in front of her stomach as she waited for me to speak.
    “Bella, I’ve watched you sit here every day. You never leave this room, and I know that you haven’t eaten very much in the last few weeks.”
    “Emily and Alessandra bring food for me to eat every day.” I felt myself fading from exhaustion and hunger. I knew she was right. “Will you call me if something happens?”
    “Of course,” she smiled.
    I nodded then stood. “I’ll be back as quick as I can.”
    “Take your time, Bella. I’ll take good care of him.” Her eyes fell to her son. She watched him with such devotion, and for a moment, I felt that leaving him with his mother would be alright. She’d been right; I knew it, she knew it. I just didn’t want to leave the only family that I had left in this whole world, alone.
    I opened the hospital room door seeing Tony sitting in the chair across the hall. His eyes lifted to mine. His facial expression was one of surprise. Maybe it was because I hadn’t left this room the entire time Jax had been here. His hospital room was equipped with everything that I’d needed, a chair for sleeping, a bathroom for showering, and my husband.
    Tony stood as I closed the door behind me. “Where are you going? Is something wrong?” He hurried toward me.
    I shook my head. “No, I’m being sent for food.” I lifted my brows.
    “You can’t go by yourself, Bella. Wait twenty minutes for Sal to get here, and I’ll go with you.”
    I nodded again. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ll be there and back before twenty minutes’ pass. Besides, I’m only going downstairs to the cafeteria.” I held my arm to my chest checking the time.
    “You sure?”
    “Yes, you can’t leave Jax. I’ll be fine.” I waved, looking over my shoulder as I walked away. Honestly, I was safer than anyone had known. Alessandra had gone through Jax and my closet to retrieve a weapon I’d requested she bring me. A specific weapon: my father’s Colt 45. I’d planned to use this very gun that sat safely tucked inside my bag to get revenge.
    My eyes wandered along the walls of the long hallway, it was a cool shade of blue. I would surely never like the color blue again. I approached the elevator bank and lifted my finger to the down arrow. The doors opened a few seconds later with a tall man dressed in a T-shirt and jeans finished with a brown leather jacket. He stood against the back wall. I smiled a half smile, entered, and slid to the outer wall of the elevator, pressing the button of the floor that I’d needed.
    “Nice day,” his deep, Russian accent didn’t go unnoticed.
    A chill ran down my spine. I was scared for a moment. I’d heard this accent before. I lifted my eyes to the tall man. “It’s a shitty rainy day.”
    “Indeed.” His large forehead squeezed at the wrinkles above his brow, and his eyes set into a glower.
    I wasn’t here for pleasantries. If he was with the Russians I was looking for, he wouldn’t see the meek girl that once resided inside this body. He’d see the fierce woman I’d become. He’d see Bella Moretti, the woman he’d better fear.
    The elevator doors opened to reveal the ground floor. I stepped out without another word. My pulse raced and my nerves went crazy with anxiety. I had to admit that I’d wanted to kill that man just because of his accent alone. What sort of person did that make me? I’d do it too. Shoot him, watch as the blood pooled around his casually dressed body.
    I drew in a deep breath and shook my head attempting to escape the sickened thoughts. I attempted to change those thoughts. But questions swung in leaving