“Luca?
“Sasha,” Luca breathed my name out like a prayer. “Baby, are you okay?”
Warmth spread through me. Just having Luca’s voice in my ear soothed me. “I’m fine. But Mickey . . .”
“No,” Luca whispered.
“They took him to the hospital, but I don’t know. It didn’t look good.”
“But you’re okay?” he choked out.
“Yes.”
“Listen to me. Stick with Frankie, Marco, Tommy, and Taz. When I get out, I’ll handle the rest. These fuckers will pay.”
A smile tugged at my lips. Luca was so afraid to show me this side of him, which was absurd because it was simply an extension of all the parts of him I adored—his loyalty, his passion, his love.
It may have taken a prison stint, but I finally had all parts of my husband.
“Sure thing, boss.”
“How are you getting home?”
I glanced at Taz, who pretended not to listen. “I think I’ll stay in the suite. With all the guys getting patched up, it seems safer.”
“Good call. Keep Mom with you.”
“I will. I better go downstairs and talk to the guys. I’m sure folks are freaking out.”
“Okay. I love you, Sasha.”
“I love you too.”
I hung up and put the phone on the desk.
“Take that with you. You don’t know who’s going to be coming through here.”
“Got it.” I picked it back up and gave him an awkward smile. “Well, I better go.” Stepping over the dark spots on the carpet, I maneuvered to the door. “Think you can find Rosa and fill her in? Luca wants her to stay here with me tonight.”
“Sure. I’ll escort you both up.”
We rode the elevator down to the lobby in silence. When the doors opened, I expected mayhem, anarchy, bedlam but was instead met with happy people laughing and carrying on. “Uh, where’s the—”
“Ruckus?” Taz offered.
“Yeah.”
Ashley caught sight of me as I walked onto the casino floor. “Sasha!” She rushed to me, looking over my shoulder at a blank-faced Taz. “What in the world was going on upstairs? I caught the tail end of the cops and EMTs leaving out the back.”
Ah. Aldo had orchestrated a stealth exit.
“I’ll tell you about it later. If you’ve got everything handled here, I think I'll head up to bed.”
Ashley pouted. “Of course you’re tired. You want me to go up with you?”
I gave her a side hug, careful to keep the bloody spot away from her, and said, “That’s okay. I’m going to grab Rosa and call it a night.”
“Okay. Call me tomorrow.”