Mafia's Little Rose

THIRTY TWO

XAVION MIKHAILOV

I look at the sleeping face of Rosalind who is clutching my shirt in her small hands as if scared I will leave her side. I know when she wakes she is probably going to freak out seeing me so close to her but right now, I don't give a f**k because her well-being is my top priority.

I can't get out the horrifying image of her being drawn in the swimming pool out of my mind no matter what I try to think. Her pale nearly blue face, her tear stained cheeks, her trembling body are something I never want to see again.

I don't even want to imagine what could have happened if Matteo didn't reach there in time. But if I think about Tiana's words then I have to believe that someone deliberately push Rosalind into the pool. Not only that, whoever has done this they surely knows that Rosalind doesn't know how to swim.

Suddenly, I hear the ringing of my phone making me curse under my breathe because I don't want anything to disturb my little Rose. However, when I look at the caller ID, I know that I have to pick up the call because it's none other than Mr. Cabello.