say, he refuses to face the truth. And I’m struggling out here. My
child is struggling. It’s not fair!”
Gemma stared
at Blanche. She was a liar, Gemma
thought, because Sal wouldn’t keep something that major from her. He knew it would break her heart in two if
she found out any of what that woman said was true. “What do you want from me?” she asked.
“I want you
to realize what kind of snake your husband really is and represent me in my
paternity case against him. That’s what
I want!”
“You must be
out of your got damn mind,” Trina
said. “Why would she want to represent
her husband’s side chick? If you are his
side chick, because that’s still a big IF.”
Even Gemma
was amazed by Blanche’s gall. “No,” she
said. “I will not be representing you.”
“He doesn’t
want you,” Blanche said, this time with what Gemma detected was a tad of
desperation in her voice. “He told me so
himself. Remember when they kidnapped
you in the parking lot of that courthouse? Guess what Sal was doing? He was
in bed, I was in bed with him, and I was giving him head. That’s right. I was mouth fucking your husband while you were fighting for your life.”
Gemma
dropped the dresses she held in her hand onto the table. “Okay, that’s it. Goodbye. Get out,” she ordered.
“I’m telling
you the truth! You can’t stand the
truth?”
“You heard
the lady,” Trina said. “Get out.”
“Don’t you want
to know about your stepson?” Blanche asked Gemma. “The stepson you didn’t even know existed?”
“Get out,”
Gemma said, refusing to entertain her. “Or I’ll throw you out!”
Blanche
smiled. “Alright, I’m going,” she said,
holding her hands up. “I know Loverboy
has you well trained. I’ll leave. But that doesn’t mean I’m lying. Because I’m not.”
Blanche
looked at Gemma again, she even laughed at Gemma, and then she walked out.
Trina looked
at Gemma too. But Gemma was too stunned
to look back. It was a conversation that
only she and Sal needed to have, not she and Trina. So she simply picked back up her dresses, and
continued to hang.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She was
waiting for him when he made it home. She stood at the floor-to-ceiling window on the far end of their formal
living room, her arms folded, still in her same business suit.
Sal walked
in slowly, wondering why the house wasn’t lit up like a Christmas tree the way
Gemma usually had it. When he saw her
over by the window, he relaxed. But it
still felt strange. “Hey,” he said as he
walked further into the room, his hands in his pants pockets.
Gemma
continued to stare out of the window, with her back to him.
“What are
you standing in the dark for?” He walked up to her.
“It’s not dark,”
Gemma finally said. And it wasn’t. She had on a lamp. But it was very dim, and Sal could feel the
dimness of her spirit. Something was
upsetting her. Was she still worried
about that shooting? He had his men
keeping tabs on her 24/7, but was she still uneasy? Or was she worried about that video, and that
everybody in Vegas knew what kind of brute he used to be? Was that the reason?
He stood
beside her. She was looking across the
courtyard, where the waterfall and the koi pond centered the space. It was always a place of peace for both of
them. But Sal sensed the turmoil.
He leaned
against the window frame and looked at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Gemma didn’t
know how she was going to address it. But she knew it had to be addressed. She looked at him.
When she
did, and he saw the pain in her soft, brown eyes, his heart squeezed. Why was he always hurting her? “What’s the matter, honey?” he asked.
Gemma
thought it was going to be cut and dry. She thought she wasn’t going to have any anger
child is struggling. It’s not fair!”
Gemma stared
at Blanche. She was a liar, Gemma
thought, because Sal wouldn’t keep something that major from her. He knew it would break her heart in two if
she found out any of what that woman said was true. “What do you want from me?” she asked.
“I want you
to realize what kind of snake your husband really is and represent me in my
paternity case against him. That’s what
I want!”
“You must be
out of your got damn mind,” Trina
said. “Why would she want to represent
her husband’s side chick? If you are his
side chick, because that’s still a big IF.”
Even Gemma
was amazed by Blanche’s gall. “No,” she
said. “I will not be representing you.”
“He doesn’t
want you,” Blanche said, this time with what Gemma detected was a tad of
desperation in her voice. “He told me so
himself. Remember when they kidnapped
you in the parking lot of that courthouse? Guess what Sal was doing? He was
in bed, I was in bed with him, and I was giving him head. That’s right. I was mouth fucking your husband while you were fighting for your life.”
Gemma
dropped the dresses she held in her hand onto the table. “Okay, that’s it. Goodbye. Get out,” she ordered.
“I’m telling
you the truth! You can’t stand the
truth?”
“You heard
the lady,” Trina said. “Get out.”
“Don’t you want
to know about your stepson?” Blanche asked Gemma. “The stepson you didn’t even know existed?”
“Get out,”
Gemma said, refusing to entertain her. “Or I’ll throw you out!”
Blanche
smiled. “Alright, I’m going,” she said,
holding her hands up. “I know Loverboy
has you well trained. I’ll leave. But that doesn’t mean I’m lying. Because I’m not.”
Blanche
looked at Gemma again, she even laughed at Gemma, and then she walked out.
Trina looked
at Gemma too. But Gemma was too stunned
to look back. It was a conversation that
only she and Sal needed to have, not she and Trina. So she simply picked back up her dresses, and
continued to hang.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She was
waiting for him when he made it home. She stood at the floor-to-ceiling window on the far end of their formal
living room, her arms folded, still in her same business suit.
Sal walked
in slowly, wondering why the house wasn’t lit up like a Christmas tree the way
Gemma usually had it. When he saw her
over by the window, he relaxed. But it
still felt strange. “Hey,” he said as he
walked further into the room, his hands in his pants pockets.
Gemma
continued to stare out of the window, with her back to him.
“What are
you standing in the dark for?” He walked up to her.
“It’s not dark,”
Gemma finally said. And it wasn’t. She had on a lamp. But it was very dim, and Sal could feel the
dimness of her spirit. Something was
upsetting her. Was she still worried
about that shooting? He had his men
keeping tabs on her 24/7, but was she still uneasy? Or was she worried about that video, and that
everybody in Vegas knew what kind of brute he used to be? Was that the reason?
He stood
beside her. She was looking across the
courtyard, where the waterfall and the koi pond centered the space. It was always a place of peace for both of
them. But Sal sensed the turmoil.
He leaned
against the window frame and looked at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Gemma didn’t
know how she was going to address it. But she knew it had to be addressed. She looked at him.
When she
did, and he saw the pain in her soft, brown eyes, his heart squeezed. Why was he always hurting her? “What’s the matter, honey?” he asked.
Gemma
thought it was going to be cut and dry. She thought she wasn’t going to have any anger
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