Trent had a hand on her upper arm as he led her into a suite.
Oh, my. The room was beautiful. Everything was different shades of white and gray. There was a comfortable seating arrangement in the middle of the main room with a large TV and a bar off to the side. She noticed her reflection in the far wall made of all glass.
Four different rooms led off from the main one. “This has four bedrooms?” she asked. She wondered if they planned to have separate rooms.
Mateo nodded. “Yes. Angelica will have one, and the three of us in another, and the men will take turns sleeping in the other two while they aren’t working.”
She exhaled and nodded. Her daughter went to the huge windows and looked out onto a vista of stars and night lights in the street. It looked almost magical.
“Isn’t that pretty, Mama?” Angelica asked as she hugged her mother to her side.
“It is, sweetheart.”
“Ladies, do you think you can go back to sleep?” Trent asked.
Angelica nodded.
Trent held out a hand to Angelica. “Come here, honey, and I’ll get you settled in one of the rooms.”
Aria hugged her daughter. “Get some rest, sweetheart.”
“I will. I hope you do, too.”
She nodded and smiled. She was tired but too hyped up to rest at the moment.
Could this be it? Could they really be free? It was almost too much to think about, and she didn’t want to get her hopes up.
A short time later, a large body came up behind her and wrapped arms around her as she stood looking out the window. She jerked and looked at the other guards in the room.
“Should we do this?” she asked.
Trent nodded and kissed the side of her head. “Yes, honey. These men are loyal to you and not Lorenzo.”
Her eyes widened and burned with tears she kept from falling. “Really?”
“Yes. Over the years, we’ve hired people who were against Lorenzo and pledged their loyalty to you, Mateo, and me.”
She relaxed back against him. “I love you so much.”
He kissed her neck, making a shiver race up her spine. “I love you, too, pet.”
They stood quietly and stared out the window.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?” she asked.
“If the plan goes well, you’ll never have to see Lorenzo again as long as you live.”
She twirled to face him. “Seriously?” It would be a dream come true if he died.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t know all the specifics. I just know the Macleans are taking care of him and Rizzo.”
“Oh, my God. We’ll owe them for the rest of our lives. When will we find out anything?” she asked.
“We won’t get any news for a while, pet,” he said.