“Modica,” I said and hung up before my sister could get another word out. I didn’t feel like hearing it.This one doesn’t like this one. That one doesn’t like that one.Punch it out and get it fucking over with. That was usually Kee’s style when it came to us, but she was a little more reserved with other women. Unless it was time to handle her business.
It was time to handle mine.
An hour later, Nicodemo pulled up. He said nothing to me, and I said nothing to him, as he drove me to the airport. I thanked him for giving me a ride once we got there.
He stopped me before I got out. “Gigi is a complicated woman. Tread lightly when you find her again.” Then he took off. I barely had any time to shut the door.
After I straightened out where I was going with the private airport, I tried to sleep. But whenever I would close my eyes, I’d see her pulling away from me. She told me that she loved me and then she fucking left. I understood the uncertainty of putting herself out there. It was the same reason I didn’t answer her when she’d asked me why I’d done it. Because it had only been a week, and I was having trouble keeping up with all the changes. But she could have given me a chance to react. Or to tell her first.
It seemed like I’d been up in the air for hours. And the sleep I found was fitful. Until the plane turned dark, and I shut down. After I landed, I didn’t go straight to the place in Modica. I couldn’t remember how to get there. It took me an entire day to find it. I had no clue how to get inside, so I started to rattle the gates, yelling for someone to let me in. The place seemed quiet. Too quiet.
My phone rang. It seemed to echo in the stillness. I sent it straight to voicemail. It rang again. And again.
Finally, I picked it up.
“Harry Boy, the joy ride is over. Your siblings have gotten themselves into some trouble. A private plane will bring you back to New York. A car is waiting at the end of the drive to take you. It’s coming out of your pay.”
Cash Kelly hung up.
I hustled to the front of the place, deciding on the way to stay. I had to talk to her. The entire situation didn’t sit right with me. We both had things to say. Unfinished business. A letter she left for me wouldn’t fucking do.
Like Cash said, a car waited for me on the street. I started to argue with the driver. He wanted me in the car, and I told him to come back the next day.
As the driver and I went back and forth, a sleek black car came flying down the street. I’d recognize her driving anywhere. She barely had time to turn into the drive. She flew up the driveway once the car straightened, getting lost in the rows of citrus that grew at the front of the property.
I ran through the trees, arriving at the same time Georgina was throwing herself into Mac’s waiting arms.
The driver said nothing as he drove me to the private airport.