Page 61 of Remember When We
She’d lied to me. I knew she did. I always did, but real question was why?
It wasn’t because she was screwing around with him. When she said she wasn’t I knew that to be the truth.
It was her eyes that gave her away. Her eyes would seem more open like when she was telling the truth almost like she really wanted me to see the truth.
Lies though saw her eyes guarded. They covered up like the lie she was telling to hide the truth.
It was how I knew immediately that she was lying.
In our search of her we hadn’t found any large debts she owed, and from what it seemed Frankie did just go in and out of the bar like a customer. That didn’t mean shit though.
I knew lies when I saw it.
Dante punched me in my side. Gibbs just looked at me.
“Stop it man, I’m not in the mood to play with you.” I winced.
“Prick,” Dante hissed. “When do I ever play? I’m not playing with you either. Need you to be sharp.”
“Fuck you Dante. You know I can’t be fucking sharp when I have shit on my mind.” I snapped.
Gibbs just continued to look irritatingly at me. “You know what Gibbs, what the fucks on your mind? Just tell me instead of fucking looking at me like I’m some kind of show.”
Gibbs and Dante exchanged glances.
Gibbs blew out a ring of smoke and pressed his lips together. “Finally you ask, since you didn’t really tell me much about the situation with the girl. I had to guess the boy was your son, I didn’t think it was my place to make any comments.”
I had been kind of private and only talking to Dante about Lyssa and Matthew. Because …
Because I never thought it was relevant to talk about them not until the other day when Paul mentioned the name Santora. Then when I went to the bar to pick up Lyssa, low and behold there was Frankie Santora right there. Only a fucking breath away from my girl. He had the audacity to tell me that fucking bull shit about a drink order, like I was born yesterday.
“Let’s hear it then?”
“He has something over her. Something she doesn’t want to tell you. Something really big.”
“Like what?” I demanded.
“Maybe she slept with him.”
What the hell, that was the fucking wrong thing to say to me. I moved forward to hit him and Dante grabbed me holding me back.
“Fuck Gio, what the shit is wrong with you?” Dante shoved me hard. “It’s Gibbs and he’s right. You’ve been here for a day shy of a week. Let’s face it things have moved fast. Don’t argue with me either, because it’s true. Things have moved very fast and you don’t know who she was with while you weren’t here.”
I seethed biting down hard on my back teeth. He was right and I didn’t want him to be.
I was an asshole for what I had said to Lyssa. When I had told her that she lacked experience and then when I insinuated that she didn’t have any reason to be confused that I was Matthew’s father.
What did I expect?
Her to stay in that innocent shell forever where she was just mine.
Really?
I left her and I wasn’t some kind of saint either for that matter.
“You really think it’s that? That she slept with him?” I asked Gibbs, because she didn’t seem to have any kind of connection with him like that.
“Not sure. It’s gonna be something she doesn’t want to tell you though. Seriously that could include a range of things. Doesn’t help that we’re going to come up against the Santoras at some point and they now know your price.”
