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There’s a knock on the door, and I shoot to sitting position, just looking at the door with trepidation. “Who is it?”
“It’smamma. I have your wedding dress. Did you forget that you were supposed to have a fitting today?”
I cover my eyes, and sigh, shaking my head. I don’t want to see that dumb, fucking thing, let alone wear it.
“Gigi?”
“Comingmamma.” I slide out of bed and shuffle slowly to the door. Father Lorenzo better come up with something really quick or else I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Iappreciate how quickly Tommy got back to me after he spoke to Benedetto - within the hour.
“Your wife is fine. Benedetto hasn't seen her of course, but he heard that she went to visit the priest. He's not sure how he can get word to your wife about your plan, but he'll keep us posted. Now all you have to do is get into New York.”
“Are you still gonna help me with that?”
“I said I would, didn't I?”
“You did. And you are a man of your word. Thank you so much, Tommy.”
Tommy waves a hand dismissively, “Think nothing of it. I'm bound to need a favor from you sooner or later, right?”
“For sure my man.” I clap him companionably on the shoulder, “So what's the plan for getting me to New York?”
“There's a trailer going to deliver some cargo to some bikers in Brooklyn. It's not even nothing illegal, just spare parts. You go in with the spare parts, and I've talked to my man Caleb, he agreed to hide you in the backroom until you're ready to show yourself. Not too long though.”
I grin at him, “I promise it won't be more than two days.”
Tommy waggles a finger at me, “Better not be. Those guys are some of my best customers, I don't want to annoy them.”
“I'll make sure to compensate them for their trouble.”
Tommy smiles, “That's why I like doing business with you. You understand the ins and outs.”
“I'll take that as a compliment.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
I give Tommy a salute and then make my way back to my room. If Gigi has gone to see Father Lorenzo, maybe he has some news for me. I really hope this means she got my first message.
I take out my phone to text the priest.
Bless me father for I have sinned.
Where are you?
I'm startled by how promptly he replies, and there's something urgent about the tone of his texts. I feel a little wary, my senses tingling.
Why?
I just wanna know if you left the country yet or not.
I frown at the message, wondering if I'm making too much of his prodding for information.
Everything OK?I ask in lieu of an answer to his question.
No everything's not OK. Wife needs out.
