Putting it in front of Fanny, she smiled softly and picked up her fork to give it to Fanny.

"Okay. Then you know what you need to do. You need to get as many nutrients as possible, starting with this fruit salad."


Taking a fork from her best friend, Fanny takes the small bowl as Christian apologizes and leaves the two of them alone, quietly closing the door behind them.

There was silence for a moment, Rosabella didn't want to force a conversation while Fanny was lost in thought.

"You..." Fanny began, voice hesitant, causing Rosabella, who was fixing the curtains, to turn to face her.


"Huh?"

Fanny put down her fork and bit her lip, looking paler than before. She didn't want to talk about it, but she couldn't let it go.


It had been on her mind ever since she heard the gunshots and although she knew the outcome wouldn't change, she at least needed to know.

"You... know.. what happened to his body?" She finally spoke.

Rosabella immediately understood that Fanny was talking about her father.

She saw the pained look on her best friend's face and immediately felt this fear in her gut, this helplessness that had never left her since she was pushed into a little broom closet to avoid being kidnapped or killed, just like her father had been.

Rosabella couldn't find the right words, so she shook her head and sat back on the bed, looking into Fanny's teary eyes.

"Uh, I think so too." Rosabella choked.

Leaning forward, Rosabella took her in his arms and tried to comfort her, not with words, for Rosabella knew they were useless in their situation, but just by being there.

As Fanny stepped back, wiping away the remaining tears, Rosabella placed her hand on her chin and moved her face so that Fanny couldn't avoid her.

"Hey, look at me," Rosabella said, her voice full of determination.

"I'll get you out of here, okay? I promise you. I talked to that godfather-looking guy and he said that as soon as they catch this bastard, we can go. We can go. don't even need their help. You know my parents, right? I'm sure they could set us up in Europe or somewhere. Get away from here."

"The one who looks like a godfather?" Fanny frowned in confusion.

"Charles, aka New Age Devil," Rosabella said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

Fanny looked at Rosabella in bewilderment. Her friend is only preoccupied with giving everyone the attention she is busy with.

It doesn't matter if it's negative or positive attention. And more often when Rosabella does this to men, it's more likely because she has something for them.

But not wanting to branch out on this topic, Fanny kept quiet and just nodded.

"Yeah, maybe we can."

"Of course, you can." Rosabella eagerly nodded to her.

Getting up from the bed again, Fanny went to pick up the leftovers from the tray.

"Anyway, someone wanted to talk to you. Actually, everyone wanted to but he was..."

"I don't want to see or talk to Michel."

"That's not Michel."

Fanny looked at her friend with questioning eyes. Why would Rosabella bring this up?

In the brief time she'd spent sober and near Rosabella in the mafia house, she'd made it clear that Rosabella wasn't particularly fond of anyone.

Even Christian, with whom she seems to be working fine. Even that interaction is entirely professional.

"It's Andy." Rosabella finally added.

Fanny felt pain in her chest.

The last time she spoke to him, he was still limping and walking on crutches, warning her to accept Michel's offer and leave them, because she wasn't safe where she was. he is staying.

It's hard for her to see through the anger she's going through, but Fanny still has to admit that there's never been a time when Andy hasn't shown genuine concern for her well-being.

"I didn't want to say anything at first but the way he talks and also from what you've told me, you two seem close..."

"It's us," Fanny admitted in a low voice.

"So you don't want to talk to him?"

Fanny felt helpless. She gets upset because everything seems to bring her to tears and she hides under the blanket.

When she didn't speak for a few seconds, she heard Rosabella let out a breath as she ran her hand through her long hair.

"Listen. You know how much I hate being here but the reality is we're here. So maybe you want to have a chat? He seems less evil than the rest of the pack."

Looking up from her lap, Fanny thought about her friends' words.

Maybe. Maybe she can at least see Andy and pretend that everything is back to normal.

Even if it will only be for a short time.

---

"What about your contacts at the club that you keep secret?" Vengo asked as they all sat in the office, Michel sitting behind his desk while the others gathered around him.

Kaylin shook her head. "They saw me at home so they know my face and now I work for you." She explained, crossing her legs.

They are trying to find out where Mr. Aiden is because they have officially raided one of Phoenix's locations.

However, it seemed clear that their target had gone under somewhere that he couldn't easily find.

"I'd say you hire someone from Cabaret's family. They'll think they're doing a job for you and not us. You can ask them to operate in secret and no one is wiser." Andy suggested.

Carlos nodded while lighting a cigarette.

"That really sounds good. Kaylin, please make yourself useful and..."

"It's like I take an order from someone the size of a peanut." Kaylin spat back.

Carlos' eyes widened and was about to answer her back when Michel slammed his hand on the table and silenced them all immediately.

"Nobody goes to a secret club." He got up and walked around his desk, going to stand in front of it with his arms crossed.

"I'm done hiding. We don't need to do that anymore. Instead, we'll do the opposite now." He said, his eyes showing anger.

"What do you mean?" Charles looked at Michael.

"Which means we have the upper hand now. We shot down Phoenix's entire house and took down the leader of the Davies house like a rat. He's a fake. His daughter is dead. So what does this say? It says don't mess with Black Roses."