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A knock sounded at the door making me jump.
“Jesus, I really hope that’s not Frankie.” Carla winced.
My poor heart stilled, because I prayed it wasn’t him too. Last time was awful. It was just vile and I wished like hell I could have done something more than what I did.
Carla got up to open the door and when I saw who it was my chest tightened.
Gio.
How did he know I was here?
I stood up quickly, stunned.
“Carla, hi.” He said to Carla giving her a small smile.
“Hi.” She replied with wide eyes and glanced over at me.
I wasn’t in the mood. I really wasn’t ready at all to deal with him.
“Gio, I thought we said all we needed to say last night.” I glared at him. It pissed me off that he’d asked around for info on where to find me.
“No, we absolutely did not. There’s a lot more we have to talk about.” He insisted.
“No there isn’t. So, you can leave.”
“Lyssa, don’t you dare throw me out.” His face hardened and a lump formed in my throat. “I’m not leaving or going anywhere until you tell me about my son.”
Fuck.
He knew. How?
Dad must have told him. In my tired frame of mind, I never factored in that Dad must have told him where I was. Damn, now he knew about Matthew.
Oh God.
“Um, I’m gonna go to lunch.” Carla cut in. “I’ll give you some privacy, please … don’t destroy my office.”
I looked to her hoping she would see the pleading in my eyes to stay, but either she missed my silent plea for help. Or, she saw and was purposely leaving me to deal with something we both knew I’d have to face.
The slight glance over her shoulder as she was leaving told me it was the latter.
Gio came in and closed the door.
Face stern, those huge dark eyes searching mine. I knew I was in for a very intense conversation.
One I didn’t really have the strength for.
Chapter 11
Lyssa
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Again …
My heart went through that haggard session of speeding up in my chest as it beat like it was preparing to leap right out.
He looked at me and I wanted to crumble, because I didn’t know which way this conversation was going to go. It could go completely left and leave me more broken than I was. The way he looked told me it could. Gio was a very powerful man. Had been even back then, though he didn’t show it. Last night the incident at the bar was an example of that
