This girl went for anything.
“I came in peace-
“How did you think that was possible? You thought we were going to swap stories about how good of a man he was to us both?”
“No, that’s not what it was about.”
“So again, how can I help you?”
η
Nina sat in the back of her truck for a long time. Roberto was used to these days… they’d had many of them. Because she was a logical person, she sometimes had to sit with her thoughts before she could even begin to process them.
“Ms. Marcelle, I’m going to step out and stretch my legs.”
Nina didn’t respond. She heard him and he knew that she did.
Her head rested in the palm of her hand as she leaned against the window. Jio wasn’t a saint and she never made him out to be one. But the shit that he did behind her back was unfathomable. If she could dig him out of his grave and kick him in the face over and over again until he was a bloody pulp, she would.
As soon as she heard the door slam, she let out a piercing scream that woke the neighborhood up. It started at the pit of her stomach and rose to the top. Her body shook so hard that she felt the buttons of her blouse threatening to pop.
She slammed her hands down on her thighs and tried to get her breathing under control, but it was difficult.
Nina needed to take a bath, smoke a blunt, and pop open one of the many bottles that she had left over from the repast.
If she could take off for a week, she would do so and be on her jet first thing tomorrow morning, but she had work to do. She didn’t have any days available to grieve Jio.
Nina grabbed her already powered off cell phones and purse and proceeded to get out of the truck. Roberto made his way around the truck as fast as he could to help her but she was fine.
“Ms. Marcelle, I could’ve got the door for you.”
“How long did you know about Jio’s girlfriend?” she asked him.
Roberto threw his hands in the air. “Ms. Marcelle.” He was good at saying her name and nothing else.
Back in the day, when she was young, dumb, and full of cum that used to work, but nah, not anymore. Nina wanted answers.
“I’m listening. Matter of fact, come on in. I’ll make us a glass of Jio’s favorite champagne, and you can tell me all about her.”
“I can’t do that.”
Nina spun around on her heels.
“Why not?”
“Ms. Marcelle, the same devotion I give to you, I give to Mr. Gotti.”
“I don’t even wanna go there, Roberto, you’re family.”
“I love you, Ms. Marcelle, this you know.”
“Jio is dead. You’re being loyal to someone who’s gone!” The more she said out loud that he was gone, the more she was hoping that it would help her not hate him as much as she was beginning to.
“Everything you need to know is right in front of you.”
Nina was confused. “Huh?”
“Everything you need to know is in front of you already. Close your mouth and open your eyes… please get in safe. I will be back in the morning.”
