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“Her name is Brie…”
“Yeah, sorry,” Gisella took a breath. “Brie. That’s it. He’s marrying her and wants me to meet her and be in the wedding. I agreed to come to town this week. My grandmother is accompanying me. Will I see you?”
“Probably,” I took another sip before setting the coffee in the cup holder.
I’d parked out of the way in the large parking lot so I could talk. The bullet holes in my driver side window stared back at me and the pulsating started up at the base of my neck. That was the Corsican’s way of saying wrap this phone call the fuck up.
“I would like that a lot,” Gisella admitted.
“Yeah, we should catch up.”
“Maybe do more than catch up, may…it’s been a long time. I know your body better than anyone.”
A laugh escaped me. Gisella had known the Mason before the piercings. I wasn’t the same sprung teenage boy that had gotten left on graduation day before joining the Marines heartbroken.
“What’s so funny?”
Shaking my head, I traced the bullet holes. “A lot has changed, Gisella. But I’d love to do dinner. I’m sure your brother wouldn’t mind.”
“Fuck Sebastian,” Gisella grumbled. “I do what I want.”
This was true.
“You always have,” I told her.
“I’ll see you in a few days, babe,” she ended call, leaving me feeling nauseous.
Being with Gisella had been a mine field. One day she’d be on top of the world the next day, she’d be picking on some poor girl, who I helped in the hallway pick up her books.
Glasses,flashed in my mind’s eye.
Nora wore glasses.
Fuck,I thought.
Nora had been in high school with us getting tortured by Gisella and I barely even remembered.
As her friend, the Corsican sneered.Now that you’ve relegated us to that role— instead of at least being a fuck buddy— we owe her. Flowers. I think she would like flowers or something. Jewelry too.
Ignoring him, I drove away from the coffee shop. My middle brother Carmine owned a big house on the outskirts of Seattle with a huge garage. I figured he might be running a mission somewhere in some third world country toppling a dictatorship, so I sat in the driveway for just a moment before I saw the door open and a woman exit. She was wearing jeans and a crop top even though it was getting chilly in Seattle and fall was pounding down on us.
She looked freshly fucked and I saw Carmine stick his head out the door and give a wave.
Getting out of the SUV with the rest of my coffee in tow, the brunette gave me a look over her shoulder.
“Brother!” Carmine greeted me.
Out of all my siblings, Carmine had dirty blonde hair that curled into waves with blue eyes. Sometimes, we joked that he was adopted because the rest of us had darker Italian features. Carmine quite simply was the pretty brother, even with the scar above his eye.
We dabbed each other as I took a look back at the brunette.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Housekeeper,” Carmine shrugged.
“I know a housekeeper, and her ass doesn’t bounce like that,” I remarked following my brother inside. “I didn’t know you’d be home.”
“Yeah, I just got in this morning,” he replied and turned on the news.
