AWAKENING by S. W. Frank Page B

gotten careless. Damn, she missed Vincent. He would’ve watched Alfonzo’s back if she weren’t around to do i t, now look at where they were. She had herself to blame for the distraction. Whatever, she had to do to fix this, she’d do it. She couldn’t let her actions take away both of their freedom s . Someone had to be there for the children. Maybe, this was her ultimate punishment. Incarceration. Maybe, she hadn’t finished paying for her sins and had to endure a living purgatory to gain absolution. For goodness sake, wasn’t Vincent’s death enough?
    The fact remained; s he could be in serious legal trouble and the thought of going to jail sparked dread . Alfonzo better come clean on what was really going on. She w ouldn’t allow anything or anyone to sever her from her kids. If his actions could potentially put her in jeopardy she had a right to demand answers and if he didn’t give them, goddammit she’d stand there until he did!
    The fright came in burst s. It was imperative she speak with him, tonight. Tomorrow they could both have seat s in a jail cell !
    She gripped the side of the door jam and Anita must have read the panic in her eyes and stood.
    “Is everything alright?”
    “Anita, please listen out for the children, I have to run out to talk to Alfonzo. It’s urgent and i f the babies wake, there’s breast milk in the fridge…okay? ”
    “O kay. You go –go! ”
    Selange hurried to her bedroom, grabbed the keys to her car and flew from the house. She ran to the garage and saw Crazy Nicky coming from the opposite direction of the guest ho me. Guest house was a misnomer since Crazy Nicky officially lived there. It was his permanent residence and a place where other bodyguards regularly crashed. They were in her mind the lifetime Secret Servicemen who guarded former Presidents.
    He came toward her, “Hey, where are you going at this hour?”
    Those doggone security cameras!
    “ Out !”
    “Let me get one of the guys to take you.”
    “No, Nicky I don’t need any gun toting bodyguards. I’m fine.”
    “That’s not the way of it missy. You should know the rules , being divorced don’t change it.”
    She wasn’t in the mood to argue security measures and tossed the electronic key at the man, “Fine, you drive. I have to get to Alfonzo’s. Let’s go!
     
     
                                                
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
     
     
    Crazy Nic ky drove like a madman. Yes, she was in a hurry to speak to Alfonzo but damn, she didn’t want to die in the process . Th ey reached Alfonzo’s smaller estate in ten minutes, any other time it was double that . Once the guards saw Crazy Nicky and his passenger they were let in except they didn’t get a chance to notify Alfonzo.
    Lou opened the door and Selange rushed past him, “Where’s my husband…I mean Alfonzo…I need to talk to him, it’s important?”
    “Let me tell him you’re here, he’s sleeping.”
    This was the first time she stepped foot in side his home. It was very nice. The decorations were definitely tasteful, expensive and low-key. Yep! But she didn’t have time to take it all in; she was in a hurry and couldn’t wait for Lou. She bounded up the semi-circular staircase to the second floor, leaving Lou downstairs with his mouth agape and shaking his head. In the wide corridor she began peeking in doors. There were five; one was a linen closet, which she found out when a towel dropped from the shelf onto her head. Then a bathroom, ‘ oh shit this is nice’ , but s he had to move on. The other rooms were bedrooms and a playroom. The last door in front of her must be the one. Alfonzo’s leer where all the action took place. She inhaled, took on her Brooklyn spirit then opened the door. The minute she did, she considered closing it. She hadn’t heard any noises before entering and assumed he slept. Well, just put it like this, no wonder the man hadn’t forgiven her. He