HIS DAME

Chapter 49

Greetings sweet people....

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This chapter is dedicated to (my honeybunch 🍯)

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Rocco, still somewhat dazed by the unexpected turn of events, stood up from the couch, pulling his phone from his pocket to call Nedvar. He pressed the number and waited, pacing slightly in the living room. The phone rang, but no answer came. After a moment, it clicked to voicemail. Rocco frowned, lowering the phone as he turned to see Vittoria adjusting her clothes while heading up the stairs, her posture shifting back to something more professional.

"Seriously? Straight to voicemail?" Rocco muttered, glancing at Hermione, his expression hardening with concern. "Where's Capo? Shouldn't he be handling this?" His voice carried a subtle edge of authority.

Hermione, still sitting rigidly on the couch, shot him a cold, arrogant look. "I don't care where he is," she snapped, her tone biting. She crossed her arms, her frustration with Nedvar bleeding into the conversation. "For all I know, he's off doing some 'very important' mafia thing." She rolled her eyes dramatically.

Rocco raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed but calm. "Queen, this isn't just about your... issues with Capo. He can help us find Aurora, and—"

Sam, sitting nearby, cut in, his voice low but firm, "Mr. Wyatt's security team is the best. We need them, Queen. Especially if there are armed goons involved."

Rocco nodded in agreement, his sharp gaze settling on her. "Sam's right. Capo can track them down before they even get far. We can't just leave this up to chance."

Hermione scoffed, flipping her hair back with an air of defiance. Her blue eyes sparkled with sarcasm as she smirked at both men. "Oh please, you think we need him to solve this? We women are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves. Tracking down a kidnapped friend is like..." she paused, searching for the right phrase before smiling sweetly, "...like doing laundry—annoying, but nothing we can't handle."

Sam and Rocco exchanged baffled looks; confusion evident on their faces. "Laundry?" Sam repeated, frowning in disbelief, while Rocco shot a quick glance at Vittoria, who was coming down the stairs, carrying a small laptop covered in stickers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rocco muttered, still puzzled by her analogy.

Vittoria, nonchalant as ever, sauntered back into the room with the laptop in hand. She plopped down next to Hermione, who welcomed her with a knowing smile. "Trust me, boys," Vittoria chimed in, her voice light as she flipped open the laptop, "We've got this."

Sam and Rocco exchanged yet another bewildered look, as they both stood at either side of the couch, now leaning on the armrests. Rocco was on Vittoria's side, while Sam leaned closer to Hermione's side, eyeing the laptop with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

Rocco tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the laptop's colourful sticker-covered exterior. "What exactly are you doing with that?" he asked, his voice edged with scepticism. "Is this some kind of... fashion design laptop?"

Hermione shot him a side-eye, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Oh, you'd be surprised what we can do with 'just' a laptop."

Sam, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the screen, was visibly more concerned. "What's the plan here?" he asked quietly, his brow furrowed in worry.