Page 73 of Vows of a Mobster
“There is only one,” I uttered and surprise flashed on his face. I couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t something you run into often these days.
“Very well, Mateo,” he uttered. “But remember this. Sometimes it is best to leave the past in the past. Woo her or whatever it is you do for women to fall all over themselves for you. She is here now, and neither her past nor her ex matter.”
“Maybe. But you’ve seen, just like I have, there was a reaction when Marcus mentioned her ex at Marissa’s party. In fact, all three of the girls reacted. They are hiding something.”
Antonio’s pensive eyes traveled to the balcony. “Yes, I saw that. But the question is whether you want that information to blackmail her to bring her daughter here and remain with you. Or something entirely different?”
“I’m counting on you to find out what Brianna is hiding,” I replied instead. “I have some more work to do.”
I turned around, returning to the house and headed back into my office.
Twenty-Four
Brianna
Itook a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothing. I FaceTimed Marissa’s phone.
“How is everything going?” I asked Marissa and Daphne. “How is my baby?”
“Princess is right here,” Marissa answered smiling. “Look who is on the video chat, Emma.”
Emma came over and her beaming smile made it all better.
“Hi my baby,” I touched the screen. It had been less than a day and I already missed her so much. “I miss you.”
“Miss you too,” she replied but she was happy. It probably hasn’t sunk in yet for her. Besides, her sense of time wasn’t the same. She loved hanging out with Marissa and Daphne. “Look what I got today.”
She ran off and I shook my head. “I hope she is coming back; otherwise, I’ll have a serious case of abandonment.”
“Duh, now you know how we feel when she refuses to chat to us via FaceTime,” Daphne announced.
Emma was back and showed me a new doll. “Aunt Mar and Aunt Daphne got me a new doll.”
“Another one,” I exclaimed, teasing her. “Don’t you think that is way too many dolls?”
“You can never have enough dolls,” Marissa chimed in.
“We had ice cream and pizza for dinner,” Emma announced happily.
“I hope it wasn’t in that order,” I chuckled softly.
“What kind of aunts do you take us for?” Daphne asked undignified, although her eyes were twinkling.
“Can I go and play?” Emma asked, tired of FaceTime. It was always the same. She could only stand it for a few minutes before she’d take off.
“Sure. I love you.”
“Love you too, Mommy.” And off she went. Both Marissa and Daphne watched to ensure she was out of earshot.
“So what happened today?” Marissa asked. “You have to tell us everything.”
“There isn’t that much to tell,” I commented. “I’m pissed off at myself. How could I forget about the condom?”
“It’s hard to think when you are having good sex,” Daphne muttered.
“Are you trying to make me feel better?” I asked, agitated. “Because it is not working.”
“Do you need more sex?” Marissa ganged up on me.
