Billionaire Maid

30.

I blinked my eyes open. Who was Rafael talking to at this time? I looked to the bedside clock, it read 3:30.

I snuggled closer into his warmth but as he jolted up, my droopy eyes widened.

"What?" He said, his face,was ashen. I could hear a soft tired voice at the other end of the line. It was a woman. As if she was crying and rushing out words.

I sat up and turn on the bedside lamp, so I could get a better view of his face.

There was already a line of perspiration on his forehead.

He ended the call.

"Rafael, what's wrong?" I ask anxiously, seeing how white his face is. Its like he's frozen.

"Rafael. " I say cupping his chin so he can look at me.

He blinks rapidly,
"Dolores. Its my father. He_he's been stabbed. "

I let out a gasp and all blood drains from my face.

Mr King's been stabbed.

"Oh my God!! Rafael! Where is he? We have to go get him. Let me go get, Fernando." I say moving to stand up from the bed but he's already up before me.

"You stay here," he says. He places a kiss on my forehead before he begins to put on a pair of jeans, displaying his perfectly sculptured chest to me.

He walks on the walk in closet and comes out wearing a white shirt.

"I will go and get them. Why don't you get dressed ?" He says as he leaves the room.

I nod to myself, pulling the sheets off my body. I walk into the walk in closet we share and pull on a knee length long sleeved sweater dress.

I walk out off the room after washing my face and using the toilet.

Sydney is walking in my direction. She looks tired but she dressed in a maxi dress, ready to follow us.

"Bertha and Andre have agreed to stay with the kids. They are already awake." She says as she reaches me. Bertha and Andre are Rafael's staff. They are a married couple. They have no children.

Just as Rafael and Fernando join us. Andre walks in telling us we have a visitor.

Who would visit at three am in the morning?

We all go downstairs into the living room.

Three uniformed men are with their back to us.

Fernando is the first to speak. "How can we help you?"

They turn at once. They eye each one of us but their eyes continue to linger at me.

"Good morning. We are from the State Police Force and we are to seek the arrest of Miss Dolores Giovanni. " The one in the middle says, looking directly at me.

"Officer, what is going on here? Why would she need to be arrested?" Fernando is quick to reply, wisely stopping Rafael from speaking first.

It was clear he was already boiling with anger. Anything he said now he would be held responsible for and the Italy police force does not tolerate disrespect. They would make matters worst if we were rude.

"We do not have to answer to you. We are here to do our job. I suggest you contact your lawyer Miss Giovanni as we are taking you into custody now. Please step forward. " The officer says sternly. It is cleat he is not happy wasting his time here.

My face pales immediately as I comprehend what the officer is saying. They want to take me into custody. What have I done? Do they think I'm responsible for the Mr King's injury?