Mafia Desire (Erotica) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22
When I was finished, I carried the bowls over to Andrew and Dalia's seats. Dalia was supported by Andrew's leg.

I handed Dalia and Andrews bowls, and when Andrew reached for his bowl, his hand lightly touched mine. The shock of Andrew's touch nearly caused me to drop the bowl. I could feel his gaze on me, but I didn't dare to look at him. I set the bowl down and sat down to eat my breakfast.

I had suddenly lost my appetite and refrigerated my bowl for later.

I sat down and watched Dalia devour her breakfast. I took her bowl and washed it after she was finished.

"All right, Princess, let's get ready so we can see your Mom." I said

I took her hand in mine and led her to her room. I removed her nightgown and changed her into shorts and a green t-shirt. I put on some tennis shoes and pulled her hair up into two pigtails.

"Come on, let's go downstairs, I'm sure your brother is waiting for us." I said

She looked at me and nodded, clearly excited to see her mother. I took her hand in mine and led her down the stairs. When I looked down, I noticed Andrew waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.

He appeared tired, with bags under his eyes and unkempt hair. Even though he appeared exhausted, he was stunning.

When he turned to face us, I quickly averted my gaze. I had never been afraid to look him in the eyes before, but I was terrified this time. I was afraid to look into his eyes, afraid of what I would discover.

Dalia let go of my hand and dashed over to Andrew. He picked her up and walked out of the door. I followed him, and we began walking towards his car. He opened the passenger door and placed Dalia in her car seat.

I stood there, unsure of what to do.

He looked at me after he finished with Dalia. "Kitten, come on in." He stated. He sounded defeated and helpless. For a split second, I hoped it wasn't because of me, I wanted to believe what he said yesterday , but I needed to keep my wall up.

I was afraid of getting hurt if I let guards down for Andrew. I wasn't prepared for that kind of agony.

I sat in the backseat next to Dalia because I didn't want to sit next to Andrew. He got into the car and started it. "Are you all buckled up, Dalia?" He inquired. "Of course, let's go." She exclaimed with glee.

I watched as he drove through the streets of New York towards the hospital, all the tall buildings passing us by. We arrived at the hospital, Andrew parked in the lot, and we all got out of the car. Dalia dashed into the hospital, Andrew and I followed behind.

"Can I see my mommy, please?" Dalia rushed up to the receptionist. She inquired. "No, hun," the receptionist said, clearly irritated. "I am Andrew Jayson, and I have come to see my mother," Andrew said as we approached Dalia. When she saw him, she changed her entire attitude. "Of course, Mr. Jayson, I will personally guide you." She stated.

"No, just give me the room number." Knowing the effect he had on her, he said.

Her face fell and she tried to seduce him again or something; I don't know how she looked so stupid trying to catch his attention when he clearly wasn't interested.

"U-uh, Mr. Jayson, I can show you personally." She stated.

"For God's sake, lady, just tell me the room number; I'm not in the mood." Andrew stated.

"Of course, it's room number 14." She expressed her disappointment.

"Fine." Andrew responded angrily.

I was already aware of the location of the room, but I remained behind Dalia and Andrew. When we arrived at Veronica's room, Dalia dashed inside. Dalia jumped up and down, excited to see her mother, and Andrew walked in calmly, relieved to see his mother was still alive.

I stood outside the room, aware that it was a family occasion and that the only reason I was there was in case Dalia needed to leave.

I quickly peered inside the room for Emily, but she was nowhere to be found; I assumed she had taken a bus to the house and was already cleaning.

I stood in the corridor, trying to distract myself. I despised hospitals because, aside from yesterday, the only time I had been in one was with Sylvester.

Sylvester only took me to the hospital once, despite the fact that I needed to go every time he touched me.