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“And I’m fine with that,” I confirm.
Daddy nods.
Before I start to walk away, I ask daddy, “You say his family is known throughout the States, why am I just now hearing about them.”
Daddy gave me a dead panned look before answering, “Because normally if you hear the name DeLuca, there are two reasons why.” He holds up his pointer finger. “One, is because you’ve learned at the last minute there’s a hit out on you.” He then holds up his second finger. “And if you don’t get that courtesy, then you’re already dead.”
Not to be scared by what he said, I peer over at Domencio.
“This is probably the best tasting sweet tea I’ve had in a long time,” he praises, then takes another sip.
Positioning my body so the rest of the diners couldn’t see what I’m about to do, I knocked the glass out of his hand, and pull my pistol from the back of my jeans, then aimed it at him. Booker follows suit, pointing his gun at Batista. I ask, “Why are you really here? Yes, I played at your casino last night, but I left after our transaction was done. So again, I ask why you are here?”
“Sydney, I’m not sure about the hostility you’re showing me right now, but I would like to let your father and mother know, this was not the same respect I gave you last night,” Domencio says with puppy dog eyes.
Looking at my parents, I can see that they are falling under his charm.
Domencio places his right hand over his heart. “Coming into Ruby’s Kitchen, we didn’t expect to run into you or your family, but since we did, I’m grateful for it.” Is there such a thing as semi lying because that’s what Domencio just did.
“Sydney, put that damn gun away,” daddy orders as he stands. “What is wrong with you?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me, daddy,” I sneer. “But I’m going to be honest with you. Yes, I went to his casino last night, but I didn’t play at the low stake tables. I paid ten thousand dollars for a seat at the high rollers Poker table. Long story short, I won and left with over two hundred and fifty thousand. So, think about it; why is he here? Maybe it’s to take back the winnings I won or maybe it’s to kill me off.”
With my gun trained on him, Domencio shows no fear. He simply folds his arms across his chest, saying, “Like you did the Cajun last night?”
“What?” Momma and daddy utter at the same time.
“Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan. Little Miss Innocent here killed one of my players last night, but don’t get me wrong he deserved it. Obviously, she didn’t want you all to know and I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but because of the situation she has put me in, I feel the need to do so,” Domencio informs.
Tightening my grip on the butt of the pistol, I state, “It could have been you who killed him since the two of us were filling him with bullets.”
Domencio shrugs his shoulders. “But we will never know, will we? Sydney, rest assured I’m not here to take your life. I was actually here to enjoy a meal and I did, with good company. Hopefully, you’ll see one day I am not a bad guy.”
Daddy glares at me, asking, “Sydney is what he said true?”
“Yeah, daddy it is. The man that was killed was a racist asshole. I tried to ignore his insults but when I won and he started to call me a nigger, I pulled the trigger and so did he.” I wave my gun towards Domencio.
Daddy comes over to me. He places his hand over my pistol and pushes it down.
“Sydney, if this man was here to kill you, then he would have done it. Lil Princess, think about it, not only did you shoot that disrespectful motherfucker, but he did too. That doesn’t sound like the actions of a person who would come to do you harm.”
I didn’t think about it like that, but from the lifestyle I grew up in, everyone outside of my immediate family is an enemy. Domencio did shoot Smitty alongside me, so maybe his actions were pure, but that still doesn’t give him a pass with me.
Returning the pistol to the back of my jeans, I tell daddy, “You’re right and I’m sorry for my actions.”
It takes Booker a few more seconds before he drops his pistol to the side. Batista looks unphased as he smirks at Booker.
Daddy wraps his arm around my waist, then kisses my temple. “It’s okay, Sydney. You did what I taught you to do; never trust outsiders, but in this case Domencio and his family are in good standing with ours.”
A part of me didn’t want to do it, but I looked at Domencio and said, “Sorry about that.”
Domencio raises his hands, replying, “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I understand your concerns. I would feel the same way if I were in your shoes. Hopefully, as a peace offering, you will agree to meet with me to discuss business.”
I completely feel like I have been put on the spot as everyone stares at me, waiting for my response. If I say no, then it will make me seem like an asshole for not wanting to meet up with him after he defended me.
After biting my inner cheek, I state, “You have my card, so call me when you’re ready to set things up.”
“I definitely will,” he says.
